Amidst The Ruins

Decades have passed since the genesis

Genesis of the great virvum harvest

Covert underground command centers have enabled use of satellites

Transmissions from space disabled

Technology with the use of pulse attacks

Cozen pods now litter the earths sky

With remains of plans not known to us

Ornaments hung by an ancient alien breed for victory

Amidst the ruins of the virvum

Obsessed concentration camps

The souls of the fallen speak from harvest burial grounds

Forever weeping

Articulating tales of sorrow and loneliness

Spirits condemned eternally

To exist between the underworld and this world

Herded and slaughtered for their cosmic force

Engulfing all the life force from the chosen host

The skeletal remains of former slaves

Are chained for eternity to the vacant alien thrones

The temple beacons remain emitting

Horrific horrid hypnotic frequencies

Calling to the unknown

The structures pulsate

In an infinite frequecntal loop

Resonating throughout the valleys of space

For an answered call

Immune to the frequencies of the beacons

An evolved mankind now immune

To the hypnotic trance set by the alien beings

Continue to build the new civilization, human tribes evade

Militias by trekking off the beaten path

Embracing all sanctuaries to harbor the remaining bodies

Rations are growing slim, cannibalism is mandatory

Chaos and anarchy erupt into rebellious gangs

Rogue tribes scavenge the wasteland

For survival

Harvest temple territories are persistently attacked

Battles persist on earth

With no knowledge of the pending doom

Of the pending doom that still awaits from above