Festering In Filth

Disgusting in nature
Reduced to wallowing in filth
Humanity has always been a waste of space
Yours and my existence are nothing in the grand
Scheme of it all
Pushing further and further towards a
Predetermined end
Ending humanity’s wretched existence on this planet
Succumbing to the plague of which the human race
Has come to be
A truly diseased creature
We will ruin anything of the purest nature
Without realizing what destruction we are
Unleashing upon ourselves
Disease overwhelms the population
Pollution fills the air
But we are the pollution
We are the disease