To The Core

Unable to see the soil, Lost under human built structures. An assembly of cold steel. Faceless forms of grey. Unable to see the sun, Covered from concrete-conglomerates. Completing the conquest of the planet. A heaven for humanity? Urban cities: boiling points Breeding place of violence. Enter: birth, exit: death will there be a dawn of freedom? Empty to the core, postnuclear winters taking our breath coldness, senseless.