One more year has passed, leaving us one year closer to extinction. Our planet is dying. The only people who notice are the ones who can't make a difference. We hear rumors of apocalypse, the death of all mankind, yet we ignore the fact that whether or not our world ends, we are going to die very soon. What could we have done differently, to save our planet, to avoid our imminent destruction? It turns out, nothing. Our race has always been self centered, greedy, pompous little pigs only caring for their own self worth. This race disgusts me. I abhor being part of it.

What have we really accomplished? Separating our race into hateful, disgusting regions with hate, war, and murder. Has our existence provided one single reason to live? Have we inevitably brought on our own end? When and if our world ends, will we finally see the error of our ways, right before we are thrown into chaos? No. We'll scream, we'll panic, we'll run from what we cannot escape. We have woven a tapestry of our own demise.

What saddens me is that nobody seems to understand the nature of this pathetic race. When afraid, we submit to the highest power, praying that they'll have the ability to shelter us from dangers we do not know.

Our existence is at an end. Salvation is not coming for you.