2 August 2012
This was once a country, Yet now it's just a shell, Humanity has broken, Now not unlike hell.
What happens when there's nothing? Just ash and smog, no air? I remember green and blue, When countryside was fair.
One day perhaps a healing, Not yet; we live in fear, A place of dark and danger, No end, no stop seems near.
Humanity has killed this place, Rid it of its life, Mortals always causing this: The cause of every strife.
This once-country's dangerous, Stay in and hide all day, Don't face what we humans did: A world of loss, decay.
Once A Country. • Opuss № I