Dying World

Dying world, where will you go?
When you burn, what will we know?
All our lives, we fight to feel,
despite our souls not being real

Instead of hope, you gave us hate.
We spread the Word and sealed our fates.
"God! O, God!" They all will cry
but won't seek shelter from the sky,

As it falls fast from space and time,
No longer lovely or sublime.
O, dying world what have you done?
You've killed us all, all hope is gone