The Descent of Man

How shall we breathe
When the sky turns black
from our fire?

Building, creating
Creating a future of concrete
Straining, suffocating
legacy of doom to inherit

Build
Destroy
Rape
With fire
Nothing
Shall remain
tomb
With no name

We embrace this obsession
To conquer this sphere of life
Tower of Babel
Foundation carved from strife
Descension [bad word] Nothing shall remain

The blackened ash of the earth
Shall not nourish our seeds
And we’ll fall to the dust
For want of the food that we need
Our consignment to oblivion
We’ll lie wasted and spent
An inheritance born of desire
For this greed driven conquest
We must desist this [bad word] For we herald our induction
Into a world of bone
and ash and monuments
To a species [bad word] mass industrial suicide