The earth is corrupted.

What was once a bountiful land was now nothing but dreary.

We hadn’t given the earth a thought, and had tossed it away as if it were nothing but a dirty tissue.

Every day, people march around the land, their eyes blind to the destruction we’ve caused, their heads held high with arrogance.

Everyone’s mouth was set in grim lines, with their backs hunched over.

Every persons mind was trapped inside a bubble of twisted ways.

It was the year 2790, and the earth was corrupted.