Cursed

“Cursed”

With every generation

Declining recreation

Cursed

The womb mimics, it mimics the land

Barren

We took it for all it had

Our species fading away

Stillborn and lifeless, not a single breath

Cursed

The womb mimics, it mimics the land

Barren

We took it for all it had

With every generation, declining recreation

Unable to breed, riddled with infertility

Extinction, no new life

No creation, reading our last rites

The womb mimics, it mimics the land

Barren

We took it for all it had

Plagued with barren wombs

This world, it dies with you

Make peace with our demise

Every life born dead