Welcome The Plague Year Craft Messenger Lyrics

filth of butchers. no sympathy to the cries of the
living. all sadeyes cry. march of death. as the human
race waits in line. one by one
over the cliff as we perish in the cleansing. unknowing.
they lay
there as an example of our selfishness. or everything
beautiful a
flower died today. we failed the test as inhabitants. our
ice age on

the clock. as they cry in our succession of destroying
ourselves.
whats that? it's the sound of a billion people gasping as the last
tree ever is cut down. making room for our mega malls and
feedlots. we
might destroy the one thing capable of maintaining our
existence. the
richest man in the world will be the man who creates
blacktop that can
produce oxygen. the fifty year countdown is upon us. the
fifty year
countdown to our nonexistence. it's a wonder we have
lasted this long.