Black plagues line a fading sky.
A dying world stripped to the bone.
Intoxicated by the madness, blood weeps from open wounds.
And still the fires rage, consumed, now chaos reins.
Our pride dissolved.
The rise and fall.
The breaking point burned and crossed.
Lost.
Now immune to all the carnage, we turn upon ourselves.
Within these times of desperation, we are the virus that has infected to it's last.
Nothing is sacred, nothing shall be saved.
Destroy and discard, this is all that we know.
Blackened flesh, blistered, hangs from the skeletal frames.
Stalking this arid wasteland, our minds immune to change.
The shreds of morality fall by the wayside as we are left to ponder these black box revelations.
We will witness the true depths to which humanity can sink.
We will learn to suffer.
We will learn to fail.
And before long, we will beg for the end.
And still the fires rage, consumed, now chaos reigns.
Our pride dissolved.
The rise and fall.
The breaking point burned and crossed.
