• While angels cry and sing a sad lullaby
    You see the humans sniff and dry
    Those uncaring eyes that pretend to shed tears
    As a life, spanning a few short years,
    Is remembered in passing before being forgotten for the rest of time,
    Because none will remember one out of millions without reason or rhyme
    And idiodicy is shown in the face of impending disaster,
    When garbage is dumped in parks, heaps growing faster and faster
    Why garbage? Why not recycle? Because the humans cannot see
    That the filth and darkness will lead to catastrophe, and then they will be
    Wondering and crying and helpless, killing themselves for release
    But they will feel worse when they cannot find the will to claim pain's cease
    Not the type to let blood run bloody tracks down their skin
    They will force courage up from within
    Only to be slaughtered like cattle or sheep
    Finding justice as they sleep
    They will be killed as mercilessly as they did others
    For why would there be a reason to kill one's brothers?
    It does not make sense
    These homo sapiens are strange, illogical, and grotesque
    See what a mockery they make of their beginnings?
    At first they had hope, but they gambled away their winnings
    They developed greed and jealousy when Pandora opened that box
    And now kill as cunningly as a fox;
    But they do it not for food or from instinct, these 'intelligent' creatures,
    No, sins form the motives, sins form their features
    Whether or not it's religion or land or personal belief that they kill over
    It doesn't help that they can often be found not sober
    Drunk on glory and fame, intoxicated with lust and desires inhumane
    And wasting away on technology and drugs, to escape emotional pain
    They lie in their beds, condemning eachother and thinking they are grand
    But when the end of the world as they know it comes, it'll give them a hand;
    A hand to slap themselves across the face and bring them back to reality
    When they realize the road they were on was a futile fatality
    It will be too late to turn back and too soon to rebuild
    And they'll die, water running red blood, their destiny of death fulfulled.