Burning in White - Metastatic

Wake up, to find yourself,
festering dividing, spreading like disease, as virulent as ever before. Look at a map of the world at it's inception, the branching of our prime ancestry. Spotted like a rash on the skin, as harmless as we could have been, now fast forward two million years, and watch the rash spread like the plague, and now to present day, tear her soul away.
To claim superiority is a reflection of our idiocy. Simply the possession of self awareness does not hoist you to an ethereal throne.
We all know what we're feeding on, the light that's inside her. We all know what we're feeding on, this fight for survival.
Evolution comes to a stand still when human life is expendable and human rights are not the right to be human anymore.
We sit on the brink of social collapse, she will not let herself fall, she will mount a resistance, to fight the infection that has ravaged her, of this I am sure.
metastatic, shes waiting to wipe us out. Destined to condemn ourselves to the dark ages or outright extinction.
Her condition worsens, black blood seeps through man made fissures. Stricken with the insults from her progeny, our presence manifests as industrial scars on her beautiful skin. But she will not fall, she has fought far worse than this, parasitic infection, her metastatic children, growing, dividing, destroying. Gia's retribution for reclamation, there is only one resolve, annihilation has begun