Authored: April 15, 2018

The final war ended on a lonesome night
With the grace of solitude , the mushroom clouds lit the skies
Cities asunder
An endless loop of despair
Cities destroyed, in the end there were no right or wrong sides.

Forever asleep, the last human died in these silent landscapes
A requiem for a dream
There was enough blood in the ground
The stars cried, as the universe had a wake
A Planet dead.

Daydreams of a lost mankind
A humanity that lost its way
The ruins of a Whitehouse
The ruins of a Kremlin
The ruins of The Hague
Dead bodies littered around.

Under this night that was lonesome
Humanity could not find serenity
We were lost in divisions
Silent landscapes bled blood
Daydreams of a lost man.

When the stars cried enough
The courage of Stars....
Disappeared into something beautiful
You'll find your way home.