GRIND YOUR GEARS

DAY AND NIGHT

THE WASTELAND WINDS BLOW

BELLOWING THROUGH THE MOUNDS OF MANKIND'S SORROWS

RUSHING THROUGH THE GAPS

WHISTLING AND SCREAMING

MIMICKING THE ONES FROM THE LONG PAST DAY OF RECKONING

BUT THOUSANDS OF YEARS LATER

MANKIND STILL WALKS

FAR FROM THE COMFORT THEY ONCE THOUGHT WOULD NEVER BE BALKED

SO RISE FROM THE BUNKERS

AND AND GRIND YOUR GEARS

BECAUSE THE WASTELAND WON'T ACCEPT ANY THAT CAN'T FACE THE NEW FRONTIER.

just a little poem I thought up inspired by a little story/world idea that I've been thinking of :P