Desolation...
All is burned down...
Dead.
Life is being sapped out of this world.
I walk in a wretched city.
Where Iron bars rape the skies...
I want to flee.
I want to get out of here.
People are empty husks,
gray... they'll fade into nothing.
The rain will fall...
All iron will rust away
The city will drown.
I have seen enough here,
my place is elsewhere.
You are your own doom,
and I pity you.
And your rust.
And your suffering.
All empty,
all dead,
all rust...
The Earth will take what she has given.
Author notes
A newer version of "the Visionary of Rust". I wrote this because of the arson of Parnitha, which was the last remaining forest in Attiki, near Athens... Gone.
Within the next 50 years, Athens will be flooded, and Greece will be a desert. That will teach those fuckers a lesson.
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