With its hidden agenda
Of darkness
It clearly wants to be appreciated
For its sanguine nature
Having traveled so far
To have mortgaged us
Here in these niches
In the garden of our sister planets
Where we go I suppose when we leave
Our bodies ash in the air
Or plant them in the earth
To live among the Venusians
And the Martians fighting
Our way back to the sun
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