Carve the Mark
I see the ruins of the town,
Where long ago the bombs came down.
In year of 2041,
On mankind set the final sun.
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From high above the bombs were dropped.
Life as we knew it came to stop.
Then there came invasion wave,
Legions of xenos most depraved.
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Rifles with howitzer yield,
Tanks with nigh-impervious shields.
Beyond their march, spread of disease,
Sickness brought survivours to their knees.
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The human race is near-extinct,
Earth belongs to toads and skinks.
So standing here, I carve a mark,
Upon the dying stringybark.
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A message that we once were here,
Some survived the war of terror, fear.
At least upon this landmass dry,
Where hopes and dreams have long since died.
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Planet Earth's no more our own,
By what's left of us, a fact bemoaned.
So on I trudge by ruined road,
As heart still carries heavy load.