I look under the skin of society and I see its roots run black. In the last breaths of this creeping dystopia, I can see the digital & financial plagues unravel. And in sombre clairvoyance I see the future so bright;
The last man on earth
He charges for water
Guarding his well
The last good looking woman on earth
She charges for her company
The last farmer hordes his crops
The last blacksmith hides his hammer
And all the useless fools perish
Screaming into the sky
For some wi-fi
The last days of man made a mockery. By the black souls with golden smiles.
It won’t be ash, lava, or crater. NO. Only dollars crashing, and nations vying.
Till all the flags are gone.
And a new psychopath rises.