If it were between you and this World...
All its people...
Their lives,
Dreams,
Their potential for good,
For unimaginable evil.
All its land...
Broken and barren,
Ravaged for our needs,
Whims.
And the sea...
Once fresh and crisp,
Now dying,
Polluted by our greed,
Our hatred.
I would call on the Apocalypse!
It would be the end of the World.
The end of it all...
Like the dust in our wake,
I will settle,
Stilled,
Undisturbed,
By the barren expanse,
Of a forgotten race.
It will be you and me,
Until the end of time.
It will all be ours,
Our time to outshine.
