I miss when the sun shone.

I miss when the air was clean.

I miss when I never saw bone.

I miss when I was greeted with green.

I miss when people walked my street.

I miss when cars slid by so fast.

I miss when we all sat together to eat.

I miss when dumb questions were asked.

The days are hard.

The days are long.

The world is charred.

The world is wrong.

The days are full of endless wander.

The days are full of unfound hope.

The world is full of only life to ponder.

The world is full of hanging rope.

It’s hard to go on for there’s no one left.

It’s hard to go on when they’ve all gone.

It’s hard to go on with this great theft.

It’s hard to go on with each passing dawn.

It’s hard to live when no one wants you to.

It’s hard to live when the world itself dies.

It’s hard to live when I’m stuck in the blue.

It’s hard to live when all my words are lies.

All people are dead.

All people are gone.

All hope has shed.

All hope has moved on.

We the people lost with ease.

We the people died by foe and friend.

We the evil have brought Life to its knees.

We the evil have brought upon the End.