Arid: The Crypteia’s Aftermath

Engulfed in the desert's parched silence

I was nothing but another grain of sand in the wind

We knew how it would begin

But didn’t foresee the end

The hell unleashed

The rage

All of us locked in this cage

Of righteous

“Justified” outrage

Our lives are so short

And they only make them shorter

While they sit back

And collect every dime and quarter

But they did it

They finally did it

They leveled the playing field

By destroying it all

It was our final curtain call

Now we wonder this wasteland

Rotting alive

Wishing we could take one last dive

Nothing is safe to eat or drink

Because the safety gates were lost long ago

Now humanity lives

One foot out of the hole

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