Silence, the hymn to the somber lands,
As nuclear winter descends,
Wraiths of past nations linger and loom.
In the shadows of history's d**h.
An unsustainable standard of affluence
Has decimated the makings of man
And commodity's gaping influence
Has distorted and defiled all the land.
Written in a timeless script,
The tragedy of modern ages
Cries forth the dismal fate of man
In bloodied, tear-stained pages
Trapped within a fabricated world
Of Gods encased in metal beams,
Subsumed and enveloped in synthetic dreams.
Evolution holds a cunning trap--
The misfortunes of the human
Are his works, though brilliant they may be,
They've led him to his ruin.