The future unveils behind a drape, so dark

Inhospitable became the world

A virus running unchecked at large

Not a breath is heard out there

Control – this was their dream

Fleeting was the moment

It crumbled in their hands

Like sand they sought to hold

Fruitless they know it to be

Foolish hope, stupidity, or ignorance?

In any case, they charge at a brickwall

This reality is no feature film

Factions drawing their last breath

Bleeding their bretheren at arms

Marvel at the final insult

To humanity and all their kind

Disbelieving laughter of the last one

A final whimper of their extinction

Driven to extreme measures

Unable to cope with this new life

This punctuation to an era

A chapter ends, and the page is turned

Will it be a better world awaiting?

All that's sure, we won't see it