Silence, the hymn to the somber lands, As nuclear winter descends, Wraiths of past nations linger and loom. In the shadows of history's d**h. An unsustainable standard of affluence Has decimated the makings of man And commodity's gaping influence Has distorted and defiled all the land. Written in a timeless script, The tragedy of modern ages Cries forth the dismal fate of man In bloodied, tear-stained pages Trapped within a fabricated world Of Gods encased in metal beams, Subsumed and enveloped in synthetic dreams. Evolution holds a cunning trap-- The misfortunes of the human Are his works, though brilliant they may be, They've led him to his ruin.