The World enters the dark age, 

Fifty years, we turn final page,

Long ago comes a hoarse whisper,

Weaving tales of times far simpler,

Hollow eyes the light slowly dies,

Earth quake as if she also cries,

Mounds of dirt, skeleton alike,

Sea of tears, volcanoes of spite,

Shriveled, dirty, and mistreated,

The Earth trudged, surely defeated.