• Can you see what they’ve done to us?

    Corruption runs rampant through the veins of the city.
    The air filled with toxins of a wasted race decays our bodies and minds.

    We gasp.

    Where is the comfort we were promised years before?
    What is this strange desolation?
    Why are we to suffer for those who created this vile place?
    Who are these people?
    We burn and run about hoping for a flicker of relief.

    Nothing.

    It’s to be expected, after all.
    Tiring of waiting; we fall, exhausted from a lost war.
    These are the consequences of a burdened people.
    The song of the dying and the dead.