When the last flame goes out before our eyes
There will be no time to stop the ubiquitous darkness
We have begun a process that does not take pity on us
We will fight for a final inhale to our lungs
We can not withstand the pressure we make ourselves
Decompression of existence will be spectacular
Clear the sky
Finish it
We will see barren seas
Forgotten cities
We will give up our dignity
Nobody will miss us
We will never see the sky in topaz color again
We will never feel the smell of the coming winter again
What will remain with us forever will burn our nostrils
And when we finish this process, we will not see the effects