It will not be by fire,

Nor by foreign bodies.

When this world is shed of its skin,

And it’s great demise befalls us,

It will be by calloused hands and cruel minds,

That this world will end.

Together they will strip this globe one day at a time,

So that only tattered threads will remain.

When this happens,

There will be no one left to blame.

Because we all played our parts,

Tearing at it’s frayed edges,

Until it all unravelled.