So serene

The breeze blows through the tops of the trees. The sun is shining down upon the earth. Meanwhile you are on your knees begging to prove your worth.
As iron birds fall from the skies men, women and babies cry.
Have we done something to deserve this pain? We bleed from our eyes and swell in our brain.
As the world is brought to its knees there is no saving these people or listening to pleas.
The world is quiet now and so serene. Now that humans are gone, what will this mean?