Dear Sir,

You say it is vain to claim "We are the cause of mother's changes." I argue the gall is greater to assume she's immune to all our excess. You can't put your finger on the long-term ripple-echoes of a single step you take. And yet you make them, so is it real or faked then,

Your certainty Sir?

So who is the one who is convinced that we are the scum of the earth? You have us under your thumb, but one-to-one, you're not even worth someone's weight in tears. Is it because of the likes of you and your residue that I sometimes approve of our extinction? And are you really hardwired to scar and char this world into cinders? Consider

Your circuitry, Sir.

Do you agree...
we're an aberration and we should walk into the sun?
as a species we are too greedy to evolve?
you are taking us swiftly to a premature end?
are we on the same page, do we both lack such faith in humanity?

(Should we all burn then, or should we just target them causing our premature end?) Yeah I wish I was Le Femme Nikita, sniper rifle in hand, I would hold you stand for your crimes and demand the end of your...

Your cerebrum, Sir.

I wish that'd be the end of it.
If I could put a stop to it by just putting a bullet in it,
But we all know what would become of it:

YOU, I'd turn into it,
MURDER becomes
HER, murder will transform
IT; into the
PERPETRATOR, into
YOU, sir, into
YOU,
SIR.