The dead earth spiralling into the ether, a blackened sphere broken burning into oblivion. Turmoil humanities lost path of greed and stupidity, the ancient old ways of yore lost banished into myth. In the age of machines humanities mistake, lost to history in the wonder of death.
The trees ghosts torn frail dead corpses, died in anger misanthropy towards man. Their battle lost forever massacred into hollow statues, ashen and a punished earth brutalised to extinction. The trees bereft demise, shrouded in the endless fog suffocating death.
The earth a grave a pyre to be burnt, eerie and silent nothing but the howling cacophony, that permeates everything. A world of ghouls sombre chorus, a choral chant into the hollow endless blackness without chains and its last doom.
