Deep down, you’re really shallow

Hard of hearts

Strong of will

What purpose do we serve?

Yet still

You build your wall

Your call

Stronger than any other, you’re sure

Sat atop your hardest work

The view from high, it’s greatest perk

Watch tall above the rest

Their walls

Their calls

Smaller than your best

Laugh and taunt at those below

Are you really just that shallow?

...

It had happened, the unthinkable, the last straw. 2 of the biggest powers had just been wiped off the face of the planet within a short 30 minutes.

Mutually assured death was of an era long forgotten, nobody was prepared for it, nobody expected that they needed to be.

What would be known as the “red hour”: an emergency alert was sent everyone around the world, sirens that were to haunt your every ...

The dead sector.

A large quadrant of city scape wearing that name as literally as it was tragically. Thousands of miles of buildings and sky scrapers frozen in time, lifeless, crumbling.

The road beneath my feet was hardly even recognizable from the dense grass and foliage enveloping it. It was like burial ground of architecture, signs of an age long fading away. The earth was taking back what ha...

Hunched over, my gaze froze burning holes through bitter words. One hand clenching the armrest whilst the other slowly crumpled up the small document. malicious and seething. Those were its purpose.

Like a coiled spring I leaped out of my chair and punched the desk in front of me, dust falls around me as I shout profanities that no language could ever sympathize with.

They were clever, clever eno...