Found in a frozen tomb on a dead and empty world.
Hear me!
Children of the Generation of Death,
Hear me!
We have killed ourselves
Us
You
I
We are all culpable in our suicide.
Humankind has forsaken everything and set itself upon an
Inexorable Path to its own destruction, and with it the
Destruction of a World.
We could have stood together as
One
And saved this World.
If we were not an insane species with one Desire...
To Kill itself off.
We have placed the Juggernaught in motion
And no matter how many
Bodies are crushed
It will not
Stop.
Hope has been taken from Pandora's Box of
Doom
And Humankind has trampled it.
We are overcrowded microbes on a speck of dust
Who have gone from eating one another to
Devouring the dust on which we stand.
Soon It will all be
Smoldering Ash
Frozen and Airless
Waste.
Children of a Doomed race,
Hear me!
Children of the generation of Death,
Hear me!
The World is already lost
Gaia is already Dead...
Her decay has already begun...
It’s too late to halt the Human drive
Toward suicide.
We had many chances to alter our
Fate.
Fate does not doom us
Fate is not to blame
We have created our own bed and now
We must
die
in it.
Humankind has Damned itself to
Die alone,
Forgotten
On a World of
Smoldering Ash,
A
Frozen and Airless
Waste.
Children of a Doomed race,
Hear me!
Children of the generation of Death,
Hear me!
There is no Truth.
Truth is an invention
Of Humankind,
Insane Humankind.
There is no Authority that is not
Corrupt
Vacant, hollow and without a Soul.
Humans are corruption.
I
Us
We
The disease from which Gaia
has already
Died.
We worry about our reputations
We worry about others "crimes"
While we fall for a shaman's dreams of
God,
His ghostly Father.
And for our own Gods of
MONEY And DESIRE
GREED EVERLASTING
HALLELUJAH!!!
No-one is blameless.
Our self genocidal species
Mixes truth with Lie
Forming
Sweet Half truths leading into
Endless loops of deceit.
And it will not end until All is
Smoldering Ash
Frozen and Airless
Waste.
Children of a Doomed race,
Hear me!
Children of the generation of Death,
Hear me!
Only the Mocking echo of laughter shall
Ring upon the smoldering corpse of Gaia.
Humans,
A Grand Joke,
An insane nightmare come to Life.
Laughter, mocking and pervasive over
The desolate and frozen Waste.
And Above All
We had many chances
We had innumerable warnings
We listened to our own lies,
Our own Stupidity,
Now we are gone, and
Gaia with us.
Only the Echoing
Laughter of the
Mocking God remains to
disturb
the
Silence
of the
Frozen
Waste.
