Can you hear the loud and not too distant hoof-beats of the approaching strong force? 
Not just the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse but a troop or more instead. Riding, riding..... guns, swords, spears, armor, knives, Mongol bows and sharp horse armor. First at a fast walk, then a trot, and faster toward a full on galloping charge.
A mere troop of them stronger and more impervious than hundreds of times all the human soldiers, airmen, seamen, queer service "people"
and idiotic commanders up high.
Waiting too long and not doing enough will cause rapidly warming conditions from crossing first the tundra methane tipping point(1), then open ocean warming tipping point(2), then ocean CH4 deposits "turnover"(3), and oceanic and land self release of CO2(4).
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, in a way. Other ones for the population crash of mid-century include starvation from CAGW crop effects(5), malnutrition(6) and lowered immunity with more disease(7), aquifers and other sources of pure water either run dry(8) or polluted to poison(9). Add in human behavior under stress, and desperation; wars(10) and cannibalism(11), thievery(12) and viscous murder(13), anarchy and gangsterism(14), rape and pillage(15), poaching(16) and more human waste pollution(17). And the
relentless growing heat with climate fluctuation and "change"(18) and increasing species extinctions(20). Ecosystem failures(21), and soil pollution/depletion (22). Plus we can not forget the loss and toxicity of the lakes, seas, and oceans fisheries(23), continued slash and burn and deforestation(24).
A troop of viscous unfeeling unmerciful immensely strong well armed cavalry. With more riding in and joining. The stench of death and destruction in their wake of passage across the regions and countries over a period of 20+ years of 400 million deaths per year.
Horror beyond horror, suffering beyond suffering, misery beyond misery, even for eco-people that didn't cause much of it and many that caused none of it, punished just the same, but probably allowed everlasting life in the real Heaven.
A song that used to be for me, my nickname at Ft. Rucker in the late spring/summer/early fall of 1968. Eric Burdon and the New Animals; In the morning they (the survivors) returned with tears in their eyes. The stench of death was up to the skies. Sky Pilot. Sky Pilot. How high can you fly? " I reached the sky 5 thousand times, and even more bullets and other weaponry coming at my crew, ship, and I. Duplicating my heroes in the Flying Tigers of WWII, except saving 2,700 (of numerous races, civilians, soldiers, sailors, too, Babies to old people) instead of killing.
But I am the bad guy to some, especially the business as usual types or people that care more about a few animals than millions of entire species of plants, animals and fungi. Over tolerant, over-compassionate ones who don't seem to know how to think in bigger terms or ahead in time.
The stench of death 2045 to 2075 and longer, then the stench of more death in the heat, as species accelerate in death to the last member by 2500AD or so. The stench of rotting garbage, the rotting oceans, the wild fires, and unwashed people, and untreated excrement, all on the way and existing now in many places. 
"He's there to help them, all that he can. If it all was worth it only in time will it tell...... Sky Pilot, Sky Pilot....." Great guitar work and sounds. I have reached out and touched the face of God, my friend, father, with strength, guidance,....... and love, both ways. Gratitude from me.
I hope that I have helped more than those I know, and either me or my spirit in the front lines battling those deadly evil horsemen and their henchmen and supporters. When I was young, I thought people, in all their highest life form on Earth glory, would never let anything like that happen. Meteors moved to not collide, birthrate and survival controlled to sustainable and a naturally evolving like before there were towns and mass agriculture. Before the black evil of coal and oil were ignored for greedy profit regardless of bad consequences down the road.
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