Dawn Of Dark Skies

<br>In the dawn of dark skies, a painting of mist spread amongst the air, colored <br>leaves die and then abandon their origin. Flowerless aroma and roots with no <br>chance, earth wisked away by winds of ignorance. A portrait of blindness we <br>all possess, and then the all important clock begins to laugh in all our <br>faces. In the past, not a thought to the future on a sphere that`s four <br>billion years old, the sun will burn everything and then it`ll go cold, we <br>the people will burn to the bone, death ridden corpse will now mark our home. <br>Boiled seas will abandon shores. Think where we`ll be if we don`t try to act, <br>the world will go back to it`s origin.