In a future world an immortal regrets his actions throughout his life. He strives for his death but settles for redemption.
Lush tangled forest,
sour stench of death.
Sons, daughters, mothers, and fathers,
extinguished by my shaking hands.
I rest now in another time,
the last of that generation.
the smooth curves of this reality,harsh for these old world eyes.
a sterile existence,cold and sleek
I lay in despair,
dreaming a putrid death
that will never come,
a curdled soul,living.
Presidents of yesteryear,reborn.
No shining sun to warm the soul,
I lost it all,only to win it again,
to watch it slip hopelessly through my fingers.
Fiery bellowing explosions,splinter existence. I survive.
Brink of destruction,
humanity in shambles.
Emerging survivors arise.
searching for hearts,bleeding.
One last fight, a group effort.
Stand and attack.
I'll fight the future,
redemption of the past
my crimson stained hands.