AFTERMATH
As the ashes come to rest
And the smoke begins to fade
Nothing is left, but a constant shade
And the beginnings of the true test
This environment is hostile, it can’t be tamed
Silhouettes of memories, burned in the walls
Towers once full of corporate ladders are meaningless and vague
The shadow of what once was is littered with Plague
No winners nor losers, we’re just statistics as the Empire falls
We’ve erased it all, this is Year Zero
A time to mourn, a time to rebuild
Landscapes of dust and endless betrayal
A new world is born out of false portrayals
A time of scavenging, it’s kill or be killed
We did it, we snuffed ourselves out
On the horizon, there comes a new day
The bridges have burned, and so has the rain
Who was right? Was it Able or Cain?
The Aftermath of it all looks cloudy and gray
About the Creator
Cody J. Pope
Just a musician, writer, and artist based out of North Central Texas, who has an interest in literature, fine wines, coffee, and the Macabre.
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