I sit on the bench in the boulevard,
reminiscing the time gone and past;
happy that it will never last,
as the evil never becomes Heaven's guard.

Maybe there's actually hell on Earth,
being pollution and blood shed
because,people like that ***** blood.
Where humanity faces humility's death.

Machines rule the dying race;
stop for a second and think about the cost,
we'll never be a tough post
for the coming  posterity,and they won't be at bay.

The birds fly with horrid power
fearful to land on the mother Earth.
Since,it has transformed into a fiery hearth
and destruction's berth.