In realms of promise, where dreams unfold
A world was crafted, with perfection to hold
But now lies shattered, like shards of glass
A reflection of our collective past

We, the architects, of our own demise
Built bridges to nowhere, with blinded eyes
We forged chains of destruction, with skillful hands
And sowed seeds of chaos, in a promised land

With minds afire, we reached for the skies
But our ambition, was a suicidal guise
We sought to conquer, but ended up enslaved
By the very progress, we thought we'd engraved

In this world of contradictions, we reign
Creators of wonder, and destroyers of gain
We hold the keys to salvation, yet choose to decay
And in our wisdom, we've lost our way

Oh, the world that isn't, a canvas of pain
A masterpiece of regret, forever in vain
We, the masterminds, of our own undoing
Left to ponder, the world that isn't, and the world we're pursuing.

This dirge is a lamentation of the world's unfulfilled potential, where humanity's actions have led to chaos and destruction, despite our capacity for progress and perfection. It's a thought-provoking reflection on the human condition, urging readers to consider the consequences of our choices and the world we're creating.