The people were hidden six feet down
The streets were packed with cars and trucks
The buildings cracked
and crumbled in atonement
“What hell have we beckoned”
“Does anything remain”
The sky was bleak
A violet haze clung
unflinchingly, unseen
beyond the gloom of clouds
and the earth was scorched
The sun flared silently
Then turned its back upon them
Not even the cosmos would accept this civilization
“Never has the weight of the world seemed so light”
“Does anything remain”
The clouds fled in fear of end
And the sun was still not there
The air was still,
Our hair grew undisturbed
“How can I believe”
“Nothing remains”
We are still here
Nothing more remains
We will be swept aside
“Dear god, what hell have we beckoned”
“We have always taken more”
“We will always take more”
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