Death’s Hand

Humans are gone.
The air is toxic.
Death roams the land,
claiming the few who have survived.

Stores, empty,
hope, lost
Resistance, futile,
accept death’s hand.

Pollution, abundant.
Earth is now hell.
We couldn’t stop it.
We destroyed the earth.

We were not advanced enough,
but that destroyed us.
It started this apocalypse.
It was to be our savior, yet it became our doom.