​dear god they aren’t breathing

(CHU, Canada, Coordinated Universal Time, seven hours, thirty-eight minutes)
(Sept heures, trente-huit minutes)

I feel content
(At the tone, seven hours, thirty-eight minutes, Coordinated Universal Time)
I breathe in the air and feel the earth beneath me
All is well
There has been pain before me, but the future is clear
(At the tone, sеven hours, forty-two minutes, Coordinated Univеrsal Time)
The blood too far buried by centuries of soil and stone
I feel content
The world I was born into, forever itching at the back of my head
I breathe in the air
All is well
(At the tone, seven hours, forty-one minutes, Coordinated Universal Time)
Nine years until it's too late
How long will it be by the time they hear this

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