2051

It's June 2051, bloody-red eventual dawn
Our flesh is too weak to resist the iron soldiers
They've learned our habits and behavior well to predict our actions
This is our end, and our bodies meant to be organic fuel

We are being torn apart
Procedural disintegration

Earth is the world we have already lost
The human race is just a sacrifice
Machines are cleaning up the Earth from the junk
Unmaking us with zero waste

All these streets are abandoned but cleaned
And no more children's laughter you'll hear
Only a poisoned wind brings human's cry
Wandering echoes, reflected by the dark, burned skies



Credits
Writer(s): Dmytro Iuryn
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