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Do you think humans will ever colonize Mars? What would life there actually look like?                           

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MARS- OUTER CONCEPT

My Idea of what life would be like on the RED PLANET.

We trickled off the transport in single file lining back drops.

Then we stop to log our DNA then board the transport to ship us where we would stay.

Nothing looks like the brochure page this felt suffocatingly sufficient.

It was a hard decision to leave everything I knew to settle on a World I dont know.

Air is Life itself and now has become the seed of wealth.

The RED Rock becomes just another pile of gray stones flushed of all wonder.

The Underground city flows with the hustle of survival.

Everything is more precious though…

More expensive too with a regulated credit system things are politically slanted towards corrupt in exchange for favors.

The Underground MARS capital of course is immaculate holding and delegating the handouts they call supplies.

Crumbs from Earth and Homegrown is how we get by.

One SUPPLY ship per YEAR for 250,000 colonists.

No real conflicts just a few scraps and bombings by the local Gangs/Clicks Fighting over the best of the scraps, “They Found”.

I guess that part of human nature can’t be changed just by changing your location.

LIFE on the HUSTLERS planet is hard at times, but we make a way…

At the end of the day, “WE’RE ALL WE GOT”

“WE’RE ALL WE NEED…”

Out of the depths of sorrow & despair comes the fury of an overcomer, this is….

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De Profundis
By LIMITLESS

Eyes open to the awareness of what thought brought to me,

“Dim sunlight….”

So I fight to gain strength in this atmosphere fear is no-longer an option if the enemy advances my shield of faith will halt them;

Wash’n off this residue,

confusion,

moving towards my righteous station I’m driven to pursue what’s in me; reaching through the pool of sorrow, muddy hands reaching for the light of tomorrow, the time I’m on is borrowed so I must leave these weights behind no more space for despair on my mind.

A voice woven upon the wind speaks a command too end,

“COME OUT OF THE MOTHER OF HARLOTRY & ABOMINATIONS;”

“I’VE SENT YOU TO THE NATIONS DELIVERING THESE WORDS THAT WILL SAVE THEM;

YOU, MY CHAMPION, ARE HEAVEN SENT TO AID THEM.

“NOW…,”

“COME OUT OF HER DESPAIR!”

I come out more aware of my selection for perfection by Thee Authority. I must realize there’s more too who I AM to be;

Sorrows’ Atrophy isn’t Me!

Time to be about the business of My Father demonstrating the reality of His Kingdom upon Earths alters pushing through, leaping over obstacles, the definition of ” Quitting Ins’t Possible

“Q-I-P”

Attitude on display coming out of depression striding with power footsteps making historic impressions.

My Father shows me that I gain strength through transition breaking out of drudgery into my mission with one decision,

“‘I’M LEAVING YOU–

DE PROFUNDIS,”

reaching out of her darkness towards the light,

breathing–

“I AM LIVING…,”

“NEVER CONCEDING….”