Night falls on a wasteland,
Created solely by man.
And though they were warned,
Oh and how they mourned.
Sitting unsuccessful,
Surviving becoming more, and more stressful.
Their cries rang through the night,
Oh it was such a fright.
Yet god sat by,
And closed his all seeing eye
Closed off from their pain.
Unable to see as they became insane,
Their pleas unheard,
Their vision blurred,
A rage tearing through them,
As they were forever condemned.
While death danced around them.
And finally they realized.
That the truth had been disguised,
That they had been pawns.
All their will gone
Their cries went silent,
they became increasingly violent.
They became creatures,
Losing all distinctive features.
Unable to reason,
Becoming their own demons.
Falling slowly to the ground,
Almost without a sound.
Their bodies motionless,
their faces emotionless.
Their lives mirthless
without a single purpose
Endless flights from this world.
Flying away to the netherworld.
The wind howled in the dark nights
As though god was morning the sight