Humanity's Downfall

Let me be the one to ask, Why was I given this task? Under this joyful mask. Which I was made to wear, And thrive in overwhelming despair. Only to hide my urges to end it all, As I see no point in life at all. Modest slavery is what I recall, As that's what we are taught overall. Everything has become so corrupt, Systems made for money to erupt. Nothing ever will be the same, As greed took over all the fame, With nobody seeing the change, Evading the obvious twist in their fate. As the world will meet its downfall, Under the last starlit moonfall, Not long after life ceases to exist, And money flying along with the wind, In now empty streets due to greed, All just a vague memory of the once planted seed, But maybe I'm just a pessimist.