Fossil child
Spat out from chimney womb
Repulsive in it's nature
Creates new meaning of doom
Wildfires spreading far
Damage like unseen ever
Nuclear flames is rising
Along with water level
Countdown!
To inferno!
Money is the enemy
Of man's common sense
We'd rather make some profit
In exchange for our own death
We the people think
In a way so uncon trolled
We're never taking action
Until the damage is performed
How you end this world
Is out of my control
I can only count on
Your senses to come forth