The Earth after tomorrow.
The sky is worn after falling down crushing everything
with his weight
seeking revenge after centuries of hatred, centuries of hatred.
Oceans reflect the color of the sky
they speak of emptiness and nowhere there's life.
The lands are bare, the rain hurts the lands
they tolerate that pain
Exhausted by the human exploitation
from which now they're finally free.
Animals still breathe
with blood in their eyes
and trees die, collapsing on themselves
uprooted from the ground, from the fucking ground.