The Final Plague (Natures Genocide) Poem by wayne bright

Deadly and faceless, indistinct and racist
It has no future, it has no past
You will die first, and it will die last
It wont need shelter, it wont need food
When the skies darken, it will change your mood
The winds will strengthen, but no rain will appear
This wind will spread it, and with it your fear
It has no enemies, it has no friends
When the last have died, it will be its end
Accept your fate, there is no where to hide
No one is immune, from natures genocide
No time for promises, no time for more lies
No last chance, now all will die
It will cover the world, like a hand in a glove
There will be no more hate, but also no love
Even the innocent, will be turned to dust
Leaving only the heavens, to watch in disgust!
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