In voice for the dying condition of mankind, the crying soul speaks:
A thickened smog spreads visibility ends, should a ray of light guide the world, through the dense barricade. darkened life, horrific surroundings , humans cease to live conscience within if guides the way, lest doomed is the future of the earth designated.
Cannibals existed in prehistoric times, stone age showed the evolution sign, centuries took to origin of species, transforming and being phylogenetic, the path suddenly seems reversed, or is it lost in the shrouded cover, every corner speaks of power, chaos ruling minds of Bedlam.
where is the destination of this voyage, the smothering dark cloud of rage and wrath suffocates, shearing this impenetrable isn’t easy, who will be then taking the initiative? generations will swipe away thus, will anything be left called mankind ever?