this air is filled with leaden clouds
each single breath is heavier
than the one before
moments on earth
contaminated fields
almost as big as 9 seas
had fallen from the skies
and still they celebrate
the creators of our time
cybernetic scums
old useless shells

this air is filled with the an unfamiliar stench
of the Great Death of all human souls
grey rain..
morning only for birds...

the time...
it stopt
suddenly as it had started
aeons ago...
smell the ancient revenge...
see the gods descending
in a light known from the myths

all is still
'cos there is nothing but a burial ground
but no tears to wash the tombs
..no human eyes detected..
all is free...
again...

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