The Death of the Human Race
Since my birth, it's what I preach
Who asked to be born ?
Who asked to live this Death ?
Pain, Suffering, Depression

The sky turns red, black
Rain, Flood, Cry
Millions of people die
Catastrophic Storm ?
Sentence of gruesome Death

Now, there's no more humans
On this devasted land of filth
Only microbs, germs
A vengeance from Hell
A Beauty for the Universe
The way it should always be
Scattered to the Winds of Beauty

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