Scars of conflict painted across the darkened doorways and alleyways
Burnt, bombed, hacked, shot, stabbed, and otherwise inflicted
Piles of tangled wire, rusty fencing, and collected rubble standing guard
Soot from countless abandoned fires hangs in the air like nuclear fallout
Pitted and potholed asphalt roadways lined with husks of ancient automobiles
Little remains except for the rust covered frames and the occasional skeleton
The stench of cordite still lingering in crumbling concrete of the archaic bunkers
Interrupted by the sticky metallic winds that only spread oppression and despair
Shadowing high above, a few orange clouds gather in the pale-yellow skies
Mostly ignored, but when the rumbling rolls unchecked across the wasteland
Attention means the difference between survival and the inevitable
Everyone seeks shelter as the first drops of acid rain sporadically make contact
Smoke rising as each sludge-colored drop makes contact with the hardpack
A toxic stew of methane, formaldehyde, benzene, sulfur dioxide, and heavy metals
Exposure means an agonizing death; flesh burns like the canvas of a phosphorus artist
Too many lives lost from the instinctual need to engage in conflict
Perhaps something reminiscent from those day’s centuries ago; long before the event
The collusseums and arenas filled with the dead and the dying
Too brave to come in out of the rain, and too dead for second chances
Just another splinter in time in a place without pendulums
Desperation a constant reminder that nothing will ever be the same
Moments of being are meaningless, existence a muted charade
Control, simply a word from days long since past
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