Arisen from the Ashes...
The smell of smoke was rife as the rifle spoke its truth -
That hell we called a life, missile strikes along the roof
History erased as the shells eject the chamber -
This planet: barren waste, acid melting the remainder
They warned us of the cost of war but selfishness proved greater
All that we had left was faith, left begging for a savior...
The atmosphere grew toxic, grown from years of our neglect
And drove us into drought, drawing fear and disrespect
It's clear from this perspective, the past we all escaped
What the mirror was reflecting was a ghastly fallen shape...
We found ourselves retreating, descending into bunkers
The air unfit for breathing, tearing settlements asunder
We meddled with our Mother, and for that we paid the price
The elements, the thunder, raining wrath and blades of ice...
But we never did surrender, and fought on despite the odds
Cursing heaven as we ventured, and stayed strong to spite the gods
We synthesized the flora, made it hearty and resistant
We improvised, exploring with technological assistance...
Any obstacle was simply part and parcel of persistence
We manufactured food, fighting hard for our existence
Draping lands with plants and roots that evolved within our systems
Digitally printed, viny walls that sprawled the distance
Soon we reemerged, with trees to filter the contagion -
The twisted roots protected us, thus we built within them nations
filthy skin and faces, yet so skilled with preservation
We rose up from the ashes, thus rebuilding desolation
Desiccated corpses in the wastes where darkness looms
Kept on pressing and exploring, given grace, our gardens grew
Despite our decimated forces, though every space is carcass strewn
We'll keep fighting 'til we make it, and replace this spartan tomb
Sewing grains within remains once the graves are all exhumed
We'll be the phoenix of our Species, and from the flames we'll crawl anew...