S.C.A.V.A.

Is this what's to come?  Is this all human evolution has left us?  Lost hope, crushed dreams, and a world filled with dust.  After all these hard working years.  After getting so far.  After all the blood, sweat, and tears.  We ruined it.  Everything we've been given.  Have we forgotten everything we are?  We've left this world to burn and Scar.  With our actions driven by greed.  With our polluting and corrupting need.  On Mother earth we feed.  But we can no longer be fed.  There's just nothing left.  This vein has been bled.  And now we are left gnawing on the hand.  There's no place left for our children to play.  They're burdened with empty hands, and barren land.  And God will no longer listen, for we have committed the ultimate Sin.  Yet we still have the nerve to pray.  We drew the last straw, struck the last match, and burned this earth to ash.  We left nothing for our kin.  We drank the rivers dry, polluted the earth, and burned the sky.  Now our throats are choking, our hands are groping, and our eyes are longing for the stare.  But we no longer have tears to cry, and there's just too much to bear.  We seek a way out, we seek forgiveness.  But no God will listen, no God will answer.  Why should they?  We got ourselves into this mess.  And now our time is pressed.  Yet they say there's nothing to fear but fear itself.  So there's still hope right?. . .  But what is fear?  I'll tell you.  WE are fear.  We create it.  In our Mind, in our Soul.  We harbor it and nurture it to Life.  Then . . . we act upon it.  And what we fear, we inevitably destroy.  So this is our grande accomplishment.  A lost generation.  Left in a hopeless, unkempt yard of rusted cars and broken glass.  You were too greedy to care, and now our lungs are burdened with Heavy air.  Regret.  We can no longer bask in sweet sunshine.  The sun would burn our eyes.  Our children will never know the feeling of a cool breeze sneaking through their hair.  They'll never get to say Their goodbye's.  And we'll never again dance in the starlight.  We're condemned to this self made prison.  It's the price of lost Reason.  It's the only thing we had in the first place.  And what we have first, we always lose Last.  This flame will burn until there's only empty Space.  Yet you still cry out for something familiar, you cry for a taste.  Of Life, of breath.  A cry for touch, for happiness.  A Cry!  Signifying: I AM HUMAN!. . . And no one can take That from me.