On The Precipice

We are the parasitic blight of the world

An overpopulated horde of competitors

In competition for the scarcely limited

Resources of the earth

Standing armies with weapons in hand

In pursuit of imperial wealth

Unknowingly we forge our path to cultural collapse

With valor and confidence

We spread our wings and step off the edge

And in the freedom of the air

We claim victory

Despite the warning signs of vital disrepair

We'll defy gravity and remain in flight

And with godlike impunity

We cast our shadow unflinchingly

Upon our desire to thrive

But after centuries of perpetual dissension

The end is now in sight

Collapsing, as we plummet to our demise

Failing, closing the gap between the dirt and the ash

Crumbling, as we deliver our final prayers

Descending, upon a bed of nails in a fiery hell

For the cinders are now blazing red

Beneath the cauldron of our culture

For ten thousand years

This fire has scorched the earth

No gods or prophets to lift this curse

So now here we are

At the crux in the wake of such loss

We stand on the precipice of human extinction

We stand on the precipice of

Ten thousand years in dissent

Propagated by a thirst for power and wealth

Break the chains and relent

Or we shall perish by the rite of the damned