The night sky collapsed sending down,
A cascade of stars like bullets,
Darting through buildings, piercing skulls.
Voids and fractures in the pavement,
Soon becoming rivers of blood.
The darkness falls like a heavy curtain,
But soon the fire of the fallen sun,
Devours that curtain with blue-tipped flames.
Hazes and veils of smoke as black as charcoal dust,
Rises over the world,
The planet prolapsed like a vital organ.
Screams of terror, half-choked by smoke,
Bleeding corpses, broken limbs,
We die with the planet we've been killing for years,
And blame that planet,
The blame-game, the only game that humans can play.