The infrastructure has collapsed
the time for recourse has elapsed
our hands caked in earthen blood stains
yet the great obelisk remains

The populations drop like flies
while survivors are lulled with lies
the brutal wrest from them the reins
yet the great obelisk remains

The world coddles the scavengers
with an ocean of cadavers
and a roving tempest of flames
yet the great obelisk remains

The soil glitters with fields of salt
cracked crystal sheets shattered with faults
diamond rain over the great plains
yet the great obelisk remains

The air itself breaks weaker bones
coercing dark and morbid tones
coursing out from the earth’s cold veins
yet the great obelisk remains

Victims of an exploited dream
a false sense of purpose and esteem
never to break these fiat chains
yet the great obelisk remains

Let us now reap what we have wrought
all of this will soon be forgot
as existence degrades and wanes
yet the great obelisk remains