Sun is setting. The closing of the day.


What will tomorrow bring if I awake?


Will the skies be red, the smell of death in the air?


Continents destroyed, consumed in war?


Peace, a dream in my mind, will it become a reality?


Something that once was before the time of man.


How many will be using its name as a cause?


Will the land flourish as nature intended,


Am I wishing for something that's impossible?


Or, will man realise the mistakes he's making?


Extinction of life is the only destiny for us,


Sooner to kill than give a helping hand.


Sun is setting. The closing of the day.


What will tomorrow bring if I awake?


Should I never awake, shall I see peace,


Or, will man follow me to carry on the torment?

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