The shadows are long and out stretched,
Like hands reaching out for help.
The setting sun looks on with great worry,
When it descends into its sleeping chamber.
The world is dying and needs to heal.

Traffic drives by with increasing speeds.
The chemical fumes forever shocking the fresh air,
Like in a slow, soft way to tell us that we are all dying.
The night air is much cooler now that the snow has graced the land,
And the sky is crying with frozen tears as if to say;
"When will all the pain stop? Will I breathe free again?
Why can't I just give up?"

As the stars look on from their distant thrones,
They pity that we are, and continue, to destroy our world.
And as they flicker in the night sky,
It's seems that they are laughing at us.

With its almost invisible form of light
The moon looks on, furious that we forgot its beauty.
Like all other natural beauties of this world,
We take for granted what they can give us.
And they have all turned their backs on us.

We wage pathetic wars for greed and power
While the earth and soil we stand upon suffers.
In a hand full of years we will all be erased.
And no one will remember us when we are long turned into dust.
We all seem to forget that nothing is immortal.

We are nearing the end my friends.
Our time is thin and the sands of time are disappearing.
It is far too late to save this world now.

All our fights for peace will be in vain.
Every dead soul will have done it for nothing.
We must change our ways here and now.

This world will breathe free again once again.
And the sun seems to smile at the idea.

At the first sign of Armageddon everything will turn its back on us.
And we will be left to fight a ragging disease on our own.
As all the prophets have said before us,
That is one fight we will, and must, lose.

Death is our only final stepping stone
And we will give that final blow that will ensure the end.
The Prophesies are summing true my friends.
Be ready for the final fires that will kill us,
And finally end out pathetic existence and way of life.