When the last of us remain on this scorched land
We will watch the ancient footage of our folly.
How we spurned the cries of nature and her hand
How we drained the lifeblood of this planet slowly.
We will see the glaciers melt and oceans rise
We will see the forests burn and deserts spread.
We will see storms, floods, droughts, and fires.
We will see the mass extinction of the living dead.
We will wonder how we could have been so blind.
How we could have let our greed destroy our home
How we could have ignored the signs of our decline
How we could have sealed our fate with a catacomb.
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