Crumble

Follow crumbled highways made of black stone
swathes left open where once tall trees had grown
painted symbol marks the hidden place
overgrown pile of robotic waste

in the fading light gaze on mothers face
scars are covered by a growth of green lace
visions float behind clouds in blue sky
call the future hear the past reply

in this place of rust and fire
time has humbled our desire
new respect at highest cost
all thought turns to secrets lost
will to ruin that which lives
take only what is needed

now the world turns to age of sadness
further will burn in age of sadness
rage earth madness
age of sadness
amigo