Let's sit by the fire,
and wait out this wretched storm.
Yes, I know our situation is dire,
and our cabin is far from warm,
but we need only to wait a little bit longer.
The devastation will eventually cease.
The killers will eventually starve.
When the air is at piece,
We will know that our time has come again.
We will rise from our collective holes,
and rebuild this world torn by arrogance.
No, we wont immediately reach our goals.
It will take generations of persistence.
Eventually, we will succeed.
As for today,
We are of a dying breed,
But remember, the savages may rule today,
but tomorrow, we shall reign.