In the year 2200

In the year Twenty2Hundred
Humanity is on its knees
war had ravaged many countries
and rampant is disease

Men are no longer even human
although to be one, they aspire
dressed in skins, live like hunters
against others, they conspire

In the year Twenty2Hundred
at the mercy of nature's fury
she finally hath her vengeance
the outlook every day is dreary

In the year Twenty2Hundred
the survivors speak of tales
of the centuries of decadence
the stories of how we failed

The End

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