I walked down the streets and the only thing natural I see is the sky.

Stone walls surround me, tarmac ground supports me 

and fake people are everywhere I go.

Am I fake too? I never knew.

What is fake and what is true?

My eyes look up and I spy a cloud, or is it just toxic smoke?

I don’t know. Do I even care? Does anyone?

Is that why God no longer guides us, blocked from us by our own poison fumes?

Is that the deal we made, equivalent exchange?

The world for our comfort is so obviously fair?

I cast my eyes down to avoid more philosophical thought

And try to spy ground between the carpet of waste.

I despise all this scum. What have humans become?

Just when will it end?

A drop hits my hand and my head becomes raised

Another and another and soon the clouds pour.

So fast does it come that it obscures my view

Covers the buildings and cleanses the floor.

Even the heavens cries for the Earth’s pain.

Rain keep a coming and wash the world clean

Because no matter how hard we try it is too late for us

Rewrite the wrong that became our undoing 

And sing us a song for the start of our ruin.