"I sit inside my home, with thoughts of the leaders' complete rejection. Was the beauty outside our walls only technological trickery? Or is there something more? I smelled the pollen, I felt the sun. The place was beautiful, although nothing is at the moment. The rain begins to pour, and the winds begin to blow faster."
Isonomia
Book IV: Destruction
Destruction of the windblown towers;
The storm has hit,
And twisted hours.
Bringing tears and missing child,
And sandbags flying many miles.
The leaders try to hold it back,
The storm destroyed what they most lacked,
The diamonds of the starving Kydl,
The cave was washing out,
For a while.
In sunlight,
And in debris,
The people rose,
Slowly,
To make a discovery.
The wall was broken down.
Their eyes lay high,
A broken crown.
The gems of Kydl sit around.
The people saw another light,
And saw the leaders were not right.
Isonomia was no more,
And Man's divide,
Therefore, set forth.