Always a new comfort

Know what is next to seek

What could the future hold

But the cost of past mistakes


Bring forth fire

To light up the night

Prometheus led to the jar

Progress not always right


There was never a plan

Only a steady march

The mothers womb

Infected with plague


The process endemic

A proper pandemic

The cancer systemic

Our end horrific


Gaia awakens

From that deep slumber

Ash fills the skies

Angry seas grow hungry


No crops to grow on scorched soil

Rivers of crisp rainbow water

Foot tall forests

Desperate slaughter


Cities will lay

In pools of alkali

When the cost of bread

Is measured by pints of blood


No gods to petition

Survival a broken tradition

Crisis with no end

Death a welcome friend


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