I see the future A thick black tar drapes itself around the sky Choking it until its final breath pours out Like a gust of wind Blowing another vile disease across the globe Carrying with it the scorn of mankind Manifested in physical form Luring us to our deaths with the promise of a new god Two legs to some, eight to others Fear is polymorphic The sky is blue no more All that was frozen has thawed Enveloped by the absence of light Smothered by the greed of darkness We will all enter the valley How hungry it is How contemptuous it is It swallows up my castle All is lost