The End

A red sky blazes
Powerful evil constrains
Over populated the world has become
Coagulated rivers run red with blood
Organic is but a word from ancient history
Lives slowly wink out like flames during a storm
Yellow, pale light is all that dawns
Putrid water that supports not a single life
Spirits of the planet are dying
Earth, she is finally resting

Reviews

[paul]

hey, beautiful