LalaLalalaLa-I-am-not-listening-laLalaLAla

[kryptonitemonkey]

The cold wind stirs
across the vacant plain
and sweeps across
the ruins aplenty.
The ruins, abandoned,
long since past
their prime of life,
seem as to weep
in response to the loss
while the gutted
remains sob from
being alone.
The lies people spoke
of the glorious
future to come, the
peace of man, the
splendor of the stars,
all lie with death
in this place.
Not even weeds,
they who struggle and
prevail against all,
can exist in this,
this charred wasteland.
The masses huddle in
the cold dead ground,
along with the dreams
and struggles of
so many, all gone
now.
Where are you now,
you bold explorers,
you bright thinkers,
you hopes of tomorrow?
Your time came, all
of your times came,
and you could not
handle this world,
handle the pressure,
handle the power.
You have been rejected,
aliens all to this
world, you were,
and you flew too high,
gorged with vanity
and stupidity.
He has said enough,
and now is all
but naught.