Forest fires raged, as our incinerated cinders fell as ash
Under cremation palls, where lightning bolts would flash
No one would know our fate, for the autocrats were liars
Every fire, they fuelled, they fuelled for our funeral pyres
Ravaged by disease, they chose not to quell the spread
As those, with despotic power, preferred to see us dead
Leaving us to rot in pits, or hiding us, amongst the trees
Purifying our decay, as the napalm scorched the breeze
Yesterday's gone, but it's when megalomaniacs reigned
Razing all before them, as messiahs were self ordained
Earth decided to spite us, for we could've killed them all
So it veiled the sky with ash, from the funeral pyres pall
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