Black sky

The sky is black from our pollution. Mother Earth is choking on our waste. We walk in the bile that she vomits, but it's our fault anyway. Gutters overflow with vile muck from this cesspool. Filthy beggars lap food off the concrete floors. Homeless hide like sewer rats in the alleys. Victims of our primal instinct lie in the morgues. Our machines have lacerated the forests. Mother Earth is bleeding from the womb. We try to resuscitate her carcass, but we just reinfect every wound. I have seen four figures on the horizon. I have seen the events on the day of the War. The sky is black from our destruction. Mankind will live...nevermore.