Is all that stands above the oceans of ash
Nothing but skeletons of monuments past?
A charred, coal colored land,
Remnants of the final stand
choking and deadly each breath befalls
No longer living in these hallowed walls
Remaining is the anguish of imbalance,
Their history conceived,
The achievements they'd see
All that they've become
Entire civilizations rest
At the bottom of the sea
Smoldering planet
Billowing remnants blotting the sun
A twenty five thousand mile wide tombstone
Our eternal celestial sarcophagus
Buried under miles of rubble
Their job is done
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