The dust rises from the surface, billowing as it swirls into the clouds
Like a tower of flame sent by an angry god, to punish a brutal world
Oceans that were once here but now there are desolate desert plains
Reasons for transformation aren't a mystery, we shouldn't be proud
We've reached the final age of man, our flawed banners be unfurled
We've built weapons that could destroy a planet, and drop black rain
The dying fetid flesh decays, peeled back, turned black, we've died
The few survivors alive envy the dead and for the fall, feel no pride
In growing misery, our world collapses as we call upon the divine
Begging for quick release, begging to end the story and humanity
And the ghost of the human species will walk alone, and haunt
Our world will shiver in darkness, for a disaster most daunting
We will pass, with or without closure, and surely no future
“The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even
that enemy of God and man had friends and associates
in his desolation; I am alone.” Mary Shelley
Like a tower of flame sent by an angry god, to punish a brutal world
Oceans that were once here but now there are desolate desert plains
Reasons for transformation aren't a mystery, we shouldn't be proud
We've reached the final age of man, our flawed banners be unfurled
We've built weapons that could destroy a planet, and drop black rain
The dying fetid flesh decays, peeled back, turned black, we've died
The few survivors alive envy the dead and for the fall, feel no pride
In growing misery, our world collapses as we call upon the divine
Begging for quick release, begging to end the story and humanity
And the ghost of the human species will walk alone, and haunt
Our world will shiver in darkness, for a disaster most daunting
We will pass, with or without closure, and surely no future
“The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even
that enemy of God and man had friends and associates
in his desolation; I am alone.” Mary Shelley
