bunnyrampage

At times like these the somber silence seems to echo The sorrowful cries rebound, beating against your eardrums in defiance Listen to the silent melodies of the shallow last breaths of the future Picture the burning embers of what used to be civilization After all is gone, the earth will go on to be a better place Without violence, hate, or death; without the species that scarred its delicate skin Without the raging human race I can almost hear the future calling I can almost see the bright pyres alight I can almost smell the burning flesh and buildings I can almost taste the victory for the mother of us all