The future, son, has been and gone
There is no wisdom in this song
Humans rose and promptly fell
and now in Scattered Counties dwell
The people here have suffered long
Their only right is to do wrong
or wait for pestilence and drought
to snuff these Scattered Counties out
The fields and forests long since fled
are wandered by the living dead
who, weeping through the day and night
lament these Scattered Counties’ plight
The city states whose lights once shone
as monstrous boneyards rumble on
The hungry dead now swarm inside
as we, in Scattered Counties hide
Vast irradiated plains
are, to the South, all that remains,
as weary travelers recall
within each Scattered County’s walls
The marshes to the North and East
are roamed by giant and fearful beasts
and with the slowness of an age
our Scattered Counties they invade
Will nevermore mankind unite?
but tales of unity recite?
Will nevermore these fields be home
To living, laughing flesh and bone?
The future, son, has been and gone
There is no wisdom in this song
Humans rose and promptly fell
and now in Scattered Counties dwell
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This is a teaser for a story I am working on, which will hopefully be available to read in some kinda format during my lifetime…
