Men lie and boast, blind to crimes they’ve done,
While dark shadows stretch beneath the dying sun.
The skies weigh heavy with poisoned breath,
As Earth fades to sickness, pain, and death.

The raven knows the end for all draws near,
But none will see, nor listen, nor shed a tear.
In solemn silence, it marks the ecologic cost,
A world undone, a paradise long lost.

Nature, defiled by man’s ecocidal sin,
While hollow hearts deny the plague that festers within.
The black raven grins, a witness to their fall,
Its wings spread wide, embracing death’s dark call.

Cruelty descends to haunt this wretched place,
Its claws etch runes in time’s forgotten face.
The Pale Rider harvests flesh where hope dared bloom,
And stitches lips shut with threads from Satan’s loom.

Under the raven’s watch, the silence spreads,
A barren land where no living thing treads.
The price of greed is writ in blood and bone—
A world reclaimed, where man becomes unknown.

No legacy for us remains, but scars and blight,
As the silence of extinction claims the fading light.
For in the end, the Earth will repair and endure—
While man’s brief, brutal flame is but a shadow’s lure.