The end is coming to an end.
A new beginning starts again.
We will die, again we'll rise.
To newer levels to survive.

Our friends become our enemies;
The prisoners will be freed,
The worst become our president,
All our money goes to rent.

The trees will die, and grow no more,
The sky will turn red, and blood will pour.
No more snow, it will all turn to ash,
Our lakes will dry up, and the sun will go black.

Our houses will burn,
And our families will die.
The animals will change,
In the blink of an eye.

No more food and water,
Prey becomes predator.
Survival of the fittest,
Will accept only wit.

Now, do you want this to occur?
This sort of a stir?
If you don't want this to be final,
All you have to do is recycle...