Necrometropolis

“Ten times thousands of years passed since the last man on earth committed suicide...desolation is all that is left of the nadir of the human spirit; nuclear megalomania leveled the sphere of the world into darkness...killing macroscopic and microscopic life... ... The wind cries, in the remembrance of apparitions of all who died A wind of change brings a burning necromantic flame To turn the tide red and raise a technopolitan city of the dead” Forsaken ground...emitting growls of unknown sound The earth shifts, rising and molding like clay Cataclysmic aberration...from their graves the dead have risen “...And henceforth they were revived back to life, despite thorough decomposition...their minds were rebuilt, as if by evolutionary black magic, molecularly to be greater than any man before” Construction from ancient hands A metropolis for and of the dead In the desolate wind of the eon Now undead Oppressive atmosphere of rot In a land time did once forgot Megalithic skyscrapers of bones Of those too skeletonized to be reborn City streets lined with carbonized human skin No food for miles and miles Prophetic reflections behind undead smiles “A Mass mausoleum, time bomb... Awaiting the implosion...further decomposition The misery still prevails and shall live on in their soon forgotten tale.”