Above us is the poisoned skies
Acid dripping from up high
All the leaves are blowing
Because all the trees are now glowing
The flower all have died
Carnivorous plants now abide
The grass no longer grows
Because it always snows
The ground is very brittle
It cracks if you step just a little
The mighty rivers are no more
Boy, the human race sure can make some gore
The sky's a crimson red, the clouds are inky black
From this post apocalypse, there is no coming back