The market crashes, spells doom for the starving masses
who breathe in fumes from the garbage patches
the mega-projects funded by lender prospects
end up abandoned at the end of the tail end of returning comets
drain rivers into flood plains, so silos have enough grain
but rains come no more so we war over unnamed
sources of nourishment, convert fossils to heat
which turns water to steam, in turn fires the beams
of light reflected and interpreted controlling machines
which starts the process over the world over, just as a means
To see the end, what it seems to me is to see the start
A new beginning, this world's ending, but I play a part
What is here tomorrow depends on what i build today
The present the informs the future, its the past that leads the way
Drones In the sky as democracy in disguise
The history they revise so atrocity is reprised
when all is said and done its that they fear a brown planet
script new narratives to construct the brown phantoms
A hidden Menace, like bullets from a smith and Wesson
end trains of thought which reveal the missing lessons
kingdoms of the Kushite threaten faces that don't look right
ancient Pre-Islamic civilizations which took flight
from math to martial arts, stacking higher forts
crafting iron way before they ever did in the global north
part of human legacy erased by modern agendas
ones that keeps 99 percent out of Mensa
one that pits materialists against those who bow towards mecca
plots to distract from how every species ends up
as a memory, remember you can't fight entropy
the Universe is far from our worst enemy
To see the end, what it seems to me is to see the start
A new beginning, this world's ending, but I play a part
What is here tomorrow depends on what i build today
The present the informs the future, so its the past that leads the way
Core samples from deep under tundra, no relief from the
dissonance, the sickness is between the rings in lumber
the atmosphere is changing, from concrete in foundations
bombings of Eurasia, slash and burn farming in tribal nations
forced to compete with mechanized systems of extraction
armed factions grabbing Land, attack with AKs verse they javelins
the end of the old ways, Defense of the modern
Last of the cold days, The past will be slaughtered
as the oceans rise from massive glaciers melting
calcium carbonate will be stripped from the shellfish
another record of days before lost to the ether
have we crossed beyond no return, to be buried in the deep earth
To see the end, what it seems to me is to see the start
A new beginning, this world's ending, but I play a part
What is here tomorrow depends on what i build today
The present the informs the future, so its the past that leads the way
The past leads the way, We can't afford to resist reason
cease and desist they drafts to eclipse the sun
with oxides of aluminum, influencing flux
the beacons they construct with plasma providing the thrust
a spec in the cosmos, onward towards regions of dust
elemental particles which are the basis of us
Deep imaging to pierce the darkness back into time
our minds reflect, deconstruct the numbers back into primes
We asking many questions but are we masking our crimes
nothing lasts forever, are we the last of our kind
