This is the outcome of not listening to her warning.
I warned you.
But did you cease
or stop?
No, you were prepared
to let me, your planet rot.
Now my patience
is at an end
I’ll use this virus
as my friend.
I’ll make you change
your ways
as your numbers
fall day by day.
And so, I’ll make you stop and think
as the pollution falls back
from the brink.
How blue the skies
and sweet the air
without pollution everywhere.
But will you remember
when my friend has gone?
Or will you forget and carry on?
No more warnings will I provide
continue as you are
and there will be no place
for you to hide,
when the horsemen
of the epocholypse ride.
