Barren lay the deserts,
Dry is all the sand,
The scathing, brutal weather
Is exposed to all the land.

The trees, they all have withered,
The rain, a memory;
The creatures all have slithered
Far to die - quite peacefully.

We that are left, we always must
Smile on the days of lore,
For now our home we call, “The Dust”,
As “Earth”, it is no more.

The human race is dead, they say…
I’ve come prepared for this.
For all my life I’ve lived this way -
Alone. My sweet abyss.

Will the nightmare ever go away?
When will the dream subside?
Will the flowers bloom today?
No one hears my cries…

We all, at first, were quite upset,
The end came near too fast.
The pointed, gleaming bayonet
Has pierced our hearts at last!

The Dust - we shan’t ever forget
What turned our bones to glass…
What changed mistakes into regrets
And diamond into brass.
We would have cherished that sunset
If we knew it’d be our last.