Deviant Nature

Alas! We are fiendish , disfiguring everthing;
Entire responses were boorish , thence there’s nothing

Nothing to execute besides nothing to brace;
After all, We have ruined the race

Inchoate cosmos without greens, neither slip nor wood;
Entirely remaining finished beside , waiting to declare our falsehood

Aww! That’s adverse but deafened we were with enthusiasm ;
What’s wrong in deforestation? Ohh precisely that’s a query of sarcasm

Here stand we to bring the misery that certified us jinx;
Ohh god! We confess for kiss of death of the jocound kings.