Raised in a world full of crumbling bricks
Covered over with rusted iron and charred steel
Brought into adulthood in a room of concrete
Making friends with the creatures scavenging
Learning to maintain sanity after what he just experienced.
A background of smog and dust overwhelm the air
Coughing occurs faster than the blood flows
Razors are the greatest gift for a defense
But still deadly to his ability to not control them
The siege of war still lingers around.
Two sides fighting
Have now become an absolute zero
To some people who walked in
A game that seemed too easy to be true
His destiny has been destroyed much like the world.
The cold surrounds the survivor
And soon he will meet the same fate
Nothing could prepare for the course of actions now
Cities are tombs and darkness becomes a parasite
Death has won the fight he never started.
