Dystopia کے بول

A senseless mass of forms in blind struggling Faces blithered, worn, in an effort to remain A molten dawn breaks in a myriad sick hues Colorless, ill radiance, chaos, catastrophe This premonition World born of fire An inhuman, foul-breathed gale blows Burning ash and torn debris scatters in the wind Like the scream of an anguished black god Tears through the earth, burnt flesh and shattered bone We have come this far Soon - there is no turning back No turning back The deeds of past men Laughing well in their shallow graves Rise and fall of the infamous wise ape Obituary of a global scale So pass the seasons Indistinct from one another So unfolds the flow of time Nihility unveiled Nothing remains