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
Paradox 