joesuburbia

I see trouble days ahead,
Days of agony, desperation, and many dead,
Moon of blood, sea of black, defilation of air,
Stone age returns, tools of rock, how did we get here?

Merry go-round, up down oblivious,
Asteroids conceived by man, plummet,
To the ground, death all around, no where to run.

Neglected eyes, we watch the skies and see mazes of jet stream fright
Flashes of radioactive terror of human error turn evening to day light
Break the hand before anyone can, push the Armageddon button
We must prevent, our decadent, decent to oblivion!!!!

Doomed to fall
Death to all
We will be victims of the tools that we create
Wake up and realize our destiny to save us from our fate.