End of All Things

     Ads fill the sky.     

Blocking out the sun

Concrete monuments as far as the eye can see.

Downward spiral into nothing, this is the

end of all things.

Finally, the masses see them

Gunning down their opposition.

However, In a world like this

it is eat, or be eaten.

Justice has no place here.

Knights armed with

Lethal

Munitions roam the streets.

No peace to be found. Sick of 

Oppression, the

Prole begins to fight.

Questioning what they've been told.

Roaring as they march.

Sadly, their revolution is in vain.

The knights fire into the crowd.

Uncaring of the suffering they cause. Having

Vowed their allegiance to the monarchy, they are happy fed.

While the people suffer, the rich get richer.

Xenophobia rots the empire. The

Young are taught old lies.

Zombies roam the streets, fighting for a dying kingdom.