【Economic Apocalypse】

Oxidized humanity has become. Saturated so thoroughly with the gasses we breathed so carelessly, pity such purity curated the issue of combustion spontaneous.
Such a horrid predicament is that of the minority, those blessed with the funds to prosper indoors surrounded by organic foliage gilded with the metals mined from the blood of the third world.
An oligarchy constituted by a broken universal system, for those affected by overarching classism have been stripped of their livelihood and even their living; discarded to the outskirts of civilization.
I am but one of those, burned by the sun which whips at our bare backsides, the sun magnified twofold by the gasses insulating the tainted atmosphere.
Impregnable are the societal walls placed to alienate those incapable of affording oxygen in purity-- and so we cough, hardly functioning at the hands of the carbon abundance.
We fear the day the smokestacks distant envelope us in their masses, for an economic apocalypse has decided filthy energy trumps the need for living sustainability.
I'd kill for a bottle of air canned in the paradise referred to as archaic Canada, for my lungs grasp at the scarce molecules absorbable.
Most are getting oxygen placing them on the balance between choking and living, a purgatory of hellish condition bringing unfathomable pain. Truthfully we consider those to be forgoing such a process to be on the verge of passing.
Myself? I'm blessed with the gift of a single plant, a divine figure which gifts organic life and sustainability unto me. I may breathe, and that is enough for me no matter the poor quality of that which encompasses me.
The daily steps across searing blacktop to find new forms of water brings burns indescribable by word alone, for the repetition has brought pain absent to the mind-- pain is a compromise when it comes to the need for survival, though many fail to make that compromise.
They fall prey to the natural consequence of absolute failure.
The blessing of liquid havens comes in rarity, for only those spouting from mineral form may be taken safely, that which comes from the heavens burns through skin. Protect your eyes from rainfall, blindness is the worst price to pay in a setting where eyes are the only partners to be potentially trusted, though even they may lie.
The journey from necessity to pleasantly is one never to be made, for happiness is only a dream in the optimistic minds- love is a fable, reproduction is a necessity though often consequential in death.Is a life like this one of existence or living? A prolonged animation coupled with the strain of pressure instilled by an economical plummet.
This is the apocalypse we never saw coming.