Shane- Age: 21

21 October 2009

Faceless Fallout

A razor wire halo looms to fall.
Morphology is no longer in the palm of our sanctuary.
These presuppositions no longer cut it.
In the eyes of our own beholder we reach something impassable.
As some burrow tunnels underground, they undermine their own passage-
To be instructed upon the finest institutionalism.
Stepping out upon the radioactive wastes, a time of decay and flesh shape shifters.
Physical anomalies patrol the sands with gatling guns.
Those who survived underground are merely equipped with all melee weapons and sawed-off shots guns.
Beyond all of them are undertones of lamenting sorrows and byproducts of mechanical warriors.
WE ARE CONTROLLED BY OUR ENVIRONMENT; WE ARE FACELESS IN THIS NUCLEAR FALLOUT.