Expiry

Blacken your lungs with the air of the twenty-first century
Drink in the plastic debris
Profit from the murder of the engine of all living growth
Reap in the benefits of slavery

Can you feel it falling apart?
Approaching expiry

The end result
The final cash out
Don’t be afraid, admit intent
It was all part of the plan
To sanctify our economic system

Dissent in the face of irrefutable scientific evidence
Treason committed in the name of faith
Blindness promoted through the comforts of deep class divisions
Silenced are the voices of periphery

And so it was decreed
This age shall bathe in the acid rain

We are the bringers of the end result
The profiteers of the final cash out
Don’t be afraid, admit intent
It was all part of the plan
To sanctify our economic system

Clear out the forest for cattle and real estate
Disparage indigenous peoples and creatures
Rejoice in the filth of the Hell you’ve created
As all green and life around you shall wither, blacken, and die