This Hole We Call Home (Humanity's Future)

When angels lose their glowing intensity
And demons gain their destructive force,
This earth will be at a sickened state of reality.





We will sink into the lowest depth of lost,
And there will be no being to guide us back
To where we once flew with wings of glory.




Our wings will grow frale from the particles
Of hate that fill our atmosphere,
As we inhale every lie and poisonous word.




Hearts will beat with a negative charge,
Minds will speak with a malicious flow.
And this place will be far from a home.




When this shadow comes upon our world
Acid rain will fall, destroying the glue
That binds us together as one.




Firey wind funnels and tainted cloud matter
Will be the daily forcast in our sky of blackness.
And love will be a rotting carcass, never to return.




Our beds will be of cobb webs and maggots,
Where we rest our heads of garbage.
Lifeless it will seem, but yet we will go on.




And then, in the final hours of this nightmare,
We will fight to the death in a blood war
Against ones of our own kind....