Thoughts on the future...

The year is 2110(Twenty-one ten)
And what a year it has been
Fear is floating in the air
Such lonesome despair
The resources of mother earth depleted
All of the hard drives deleted
Baron deserts, empty lake
Everyone left alive is fake
Plastic life
Robot (mid-)wife
What good is material possession
Now that the world has been destroyed in rapid succession
Souls are over-rated
Genetics are out-dated
Like cows to the slaughter
Meet my (perfect) drug filled daughter
Avarice action
From a wealthy faction
Economic collapse
Devastating relapse
They built machines to help us
But they decided to kill us

Worst of all, emotion was drained
and out went compassion and sorrow
And now, I fear, there will be no tomorrow.