Belching toxins into vapid air.
Transformation of a jewel to despair.
This once great sphere now spins in decay.
Every species dying, robbed of dignity.
These are the chronicles of a world too far gone.
Nothing will survive this brutal oblivion.
Fumes so dire they will liquify your lungs.
Breathing apparatus won’t save us for long.
Crude delay to inevitable finality.
Put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye.
This almost barren rock has lost its beauty.
Sold off for profit that never saved a soul.
Transgressional thinking sealed catastrophe.
For by the time realisation struck those most guilty of this murder,
Irreversible trauma had predetermined the future.
These are the chronicles of a world too far gone.
Nothing will survive this brutal oblivion.
As fires fuel only that which hastens our ends.
Technology failed to avert what we refused to comprehend.
All for pursuits that could never bring relief.
Instead they cemented death and grief.
Slaughter of primitive mentality.
Was never in the cards.
Deck was stacked in greed’s odds.
Alas belief in the cost was never accepted.
So our world has been obliterated.
Stacked high with refuse and slime.
No longer Earth, this is planet Grime!
Rotting putrid night and day.
Better labelled a slow mass annihilation.
These are the chronicles of a world too far gone.
Termination has embraced what could have not come.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 