The world is growing weaker With the passing of each day Riding the westwinds The fetid stench of decay Resources dwindle into the consumerist machine As mechanical vultures pick The carcass of our world clean Extinction From the rot man has sown He must now reap the seeds The fruit of his labor Hunger and disease We now cling to this dust Like flies, crawling on carrion Whose infertile soils are fit Only to bury in Extinction As our dying breath is released to the wind The innocent lie With those who have sinned Their meaningless lives Have long been forgotten As the cycle rebirth Starts to begin A new day will dawn Through the rising of smoke Of civilizations shattered dreams and hopes New life will rise from mankinds fall Whose corpses will feed On the barren dead soil
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