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Hills of ruin, dismembered mortar and brick

A bleak landscape

Empty shells, rot on the ground where they sit

Corpses forgotten

Acrid air, the war has stained our lungs

Poisoned existence

Fields of dead, decay and disease is a fog

That envelops us

You still call this home, a thing that has not changed

But never hung your head, and felt so out of place

Starved and sick, all crop and cattle extinct

We’re soon to follow

Biting cold, the winter scours our skin

Frozen inside

Become the quarry

For men and women

You’d once pass in the street

You still call this home, a thing that has not changed

But never hung your head, and felt so out of place

Try to build a life, with death always close by

Another day, another horror, to survive

The endless period of mourning

Condemning the future, of all mankind

Another day, another horror (x2)

The hope we leant on to evolve us

Will be the last thing left to die

Another day, another horror (x2)

Existing, after life’s been taken away

Shambling vessels, emptied minds