Frigid suns over crumbling moons
Air permeates with ether
Plants fear to sprout
Over such a hostile land
Creatures creep within the shadows
They dare not make a sound
In the land born of madness
Seasons rain with jagged glass
Fierce and frigid, winter’s frost burns
In this harsh place we slowly die
Plagued by fatigue, we cannot cry
Planet’s core crumbles with
Each new life
Unsuited for life, many will not thrive
Weighed down heavy with
Despair and sadness
As my heart bleeds out
My last breath speaks
Of the land born of madness
Qwufua Environment 