With outspread wings eyes wide open glides osprey
Wounded by a gun never fired humanity
Twisted form genotype inside lethal decease
From generation to others will occur
World in its forms is dying
Polymorphism is ruined
Or
Are these changes in system meant to be done
How fast will proceed this process that slowly begun
Into the night we disappear before the end
Silence will creep over the planet final era
Component parts of life remains combination
And under control of creator the new race will born