Human extinction is the end of the human species. Various scenarios have been discussed in science, popular culture and religion (see End time). The scope of this article is existential risks. Humans are very widespread on the Earth, and live in communities that (while interconnected) are capable of some level of basic survival in isolation. Therefore, pandemics and deliberate killing aside, to achieve human extinction the entire planet would have to be rendered uninhabitable by humans, with no opportunity provided or possibility for humans to establish a foothold beyond Earth. This would typically be during a mass extinction event, a precedent of which exists in the Permian–Triassic extinction event among other examples.
Omnicide is an anarcho-punk 7" EP, by the band Oi Polloi. It was released in 1991 by Words of Warning Records. The initial run of the record sold out and was never re-released. It has been commented by the band that they were not happy with the way this record turned out (Deek's vocals in particular are very unusual), which led to the re-recording of "Victims of a Gas Attack", and the tracks "Dealer in Death" and "Die for BP" being rewritten as "John Major, Fuck You!" and "Let the boots do the talking" respectively. These tracks can also be found on the "Six of the best" compilation CD.
We’re one sunlit eve away from the storm
One caressing kiss away from the fist
One promising tomorrow away from sorrow
One steady step away from the slippery edge
One laughter filled breath away from our death
One daring leap on a mountain too steep
We’re one genocide away from salvation
One droplet of rain away from the flood
One restful sleep from the cemetery mud
One triumphant victory away from shame
One unique idea and it’s all the same
We’re one bullet away from homicide
One sandy step away from the deadly tide
One truth bleeding from ten thousand lies
One incessant horde that follows as mice
One furtive abortion from annihilation
We’re one fraction of an immense abstraction
One will to slaughter our way to salvation
One wield of a sword from the godhead’s ablation
One impure stream of cleansing devotion
One more stab at a mother in convulsion
We’re one expression of freedom in bondage
One wall in a prison of our own conception
One colony of maggots feeding on a sore wound
One dangling strand of hope poised on doom
One virulent strike cast in burning desire
We’re one mind with no design that is right
One strenuous now from tomorrow’s plight
One field of vision and nothing in sight
One short eternity from heavens light