2 May 2012
This poem was based on my post appocalyptic rp.
The city in 4000 years...
Im in the city at the crack of dawn, Lurking in shadows is Satan's Spawn.
Life in the city is hell on earth, Nothing but food or shelter has worth.
In the city when its the dead of night, The true meaning of fear, a propper fright.
The stench of rusted metal and rotting corpses, Left us wondering the deadly causes.
The toxic sludge dripping from the drains, Is this the cause of the scavengers pains?
Keep ducking and dodging left and right, Hold your gun very tight.
Take that gun blow its head clean off its shoulders, Take your place buy the fire as it burns and smoulders.
Keep quiet dont make a sound, You dont know where you'll find your next round.
Stash away all you can find, You've gotta move leave things behind.
Take what you need and keep on moving, This worlds tough lifes not worth loosing.
For the material things you leave behind, Just remember your the last of mankind.
Weapons are our best friend. This is what happens when the worlds near its end.
The City In 4000 Years • Opuss № I