Released into the atmosphere 
The sky is rotten left 
Choke on the isolation 
Infection reflected 
Symbols of diplomacy are signs of weakness from above 
Instants time a thousand cultures turned to dust 
Horizon strewn with unmarked graves, a solace reached in 
self exile 
Luxuries of the depraved are all left to rot 
A lapse of bitter freedom 
With immortality impaired 
Picked clean by innovation and despair 
Nerve gas caresses exposed skin 
Omens in tank tread impressions 
Intentional conflict was kindled 
Without insult or injury 
To cull this human flood 
All you have to do is breathe 
The solution is faultless 
A truth upon which we can all agree 
Trample the weak 
Hurdle the dead 
Released into the atmosphere 
The sky is rotten left 
choke on the isolation 
Infection reflected