Ashes of the Human Throne

Screens glow in the empty houses

Cold blue on abandoned chairs

Prayer hands made of plastic

Still gripping manufactured air

Rust grows on the golden logos

Billboards fade to hollow drones

Crowds of data ghosts are screaming

In a server made of bones

This is the fall of humanity

Crowned in comfort

Choked on pride

Built a kingdom out of vanity

Watched it crack from the inside

We were the flood

We were the famine

Pulled the wires from our own spine

This is the fall of humanity

And every fault was by design

Glass towers with their throats cut open

Paper rain along the street

Kings of credit

Queens of craving

Starved to death on burning seats

Thick smoke from the fields of progress

Turns the daylight into bruise

Children trading lungs for upgrade

Calling ashes “something new”

This is the fall of humanity

Crowned in comfort

Choked on pride

Built a kingdom out of vanity

Watched it crack from the inside

We were the flood

We were the famine

Pulled the wires from our own spine

This is the fall of humanity

And every fault was by design

Who will dig through shattered mirrors? (hey!)

Who will name the buried sins?

Every warning turned to static

Every “never” caved to “when”

We lit the fuse with our reflection

Smiled and said the fire looked fine

Signed our names in melting concrete

Then stepped back

To watch the line

This is the fall of humanity

Crowned in comfort

Choked on pride

Built a kingdom out of vanity

Watched it crack from the inside

We were the flood

We were the famine

Pulled the wires from our own spine

This is the fall of humanity

A slow applause for our decline