Most would die Although we had water Rough blizzards blew each day Gone we’re our hopes Although we had water Unknown to them had we survived yet Xeric conditions would kill us all Mortgages rise, sea levels too, And gas prices, antitheses to bees Raging storms, selfish droughts, Gaping wholes fill the ground, Although we try to save our world Unknown to us grows this Xeric world Many years pass by Ages grow old and die Rounds of friends Gather and tie loose ends Another woman another man United they stand as one clan Xian, they mourn at the light of dawn. A bunch of different version, I hope they’re ok :)