29 September 2012
What's left when all is gone to ash? There's naught but fire and smog? When humanity will have to live, Whilst shrouded by the fog?
Some day all will be like this, The world will live in grey, Fear will rule our hearts and minds, We'll remember 'come what may'.
Every step we took in sun? Will turn to memories, The sky? Too grey to harbour light, Skeletal plants and trees.
Our only food, we'll scrounge wide-range, A can will save a life. And we'll regret our old abuse, The cause of all this strife.
Misusing A World... • Opuss № I