The ground is stained with
Tears and perspiration
You did a good job
Building man's last station
A train is about to leave
With no destination
Let us try extinction
Instead of procreation
Our energies will decay
And the earth will no longer
Tolerate this race
Man will go down
Into the pit
And all his thoughts with him
The greatest gift of humankind
Is the ability to rebaptize
The worst we have to offer
As the best in us