The gears stopped turning years ago The rats are skeletonized Their bones merging with the dust of machinery long since failed Shadows are the only moving things left Pollution and death permeate the rancid air Like the foul and final breaths from a doom infested lung Poison laced clouds hover in defiance of oblivion itself True sunlight banished beneath the toxic haze Dystopian lamentations drone In the form of deformed tendrils of radiation Gas mask eyes are dead and cracked Staring blankly at crushed and rusted mechanization This is where the living cease to be A gray and dismal monument to futility The lust for death has finally been fulfilled Manifest destiny in a crash course with the grave No innocence, no guilt, no ground unscorched Man was born to be erased