We are undeserving of the air we take for granted
This cage we so foolishly named "mother"
Toxic smoke fogs our thoughts and engulfs our third eye
We are alone now, for all the stars have vanished
Metal birds light the melancholic night sky
Barely visible through the eerie fog of ignorance
The fall of man masked by the march of progress
In the end the dark will resemble the beginning
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