Born into this
From this
These winding roads, effervescent in their murky tar,
seen through the haze of thirst
This nation of despair
Born into this
The acid sea, humans gasping through the foam,
clawing at the air like Venus trying desperately to reach the shore
We will not be reborn from the messes of our parents
We are born into this;
Chaos and flaming planets
Screens with blinking images straight of of sci-fi movies
burned into our bones through experience
We are the children of grey skies, always-wars,
broken buildings, burnt books
Born into this
From this
Hopeless