A man walks shaken, down the land
Barren the desert, he must now stand
Ripped and tattered, his clothes no use
Humanity never caused so much abuse
His memory gone, light much the same
Was he lost? Was he playing some game?
Land torn asunder, broken, scarred
Perfection seemed gained, but now been marred
Subdued by fate, cut down from their clans
But before the male, a lone wolf stands
Such terror gleamed, through the animals eyes
Why afraid of an injured man, circled by flies?
The man stood dead still, confused by his 'foe'
Did the wolf think the same? Maybe not so
He became less tense, turned and walked
It seemed he had nodded, and the man had not balked
He had begun to think that he had become insane
He might've been right, for his mind seemed inane
The wolf let him draw nearer and nearer to him
Though the man still walked slow, the land to him seemed grim
The two ventured on, through the blackened red sky
The man became scared, armageddon seemed nigh
Though how little he knew, the wolf seemed to laugh
Instantly he stopped, on the man's behalf
They had reached the top, of what seemed a great cliff
Though below them what was seen, made the man fall stiff
Such Hellish sights, they set their eyes on
Where once stood a city, it had now obviously gone
The wolf just gazed on, with a look of extreme malice
Though he did not blame the man, for he was surely not callous
The horizon was now ranging from dark to light red
Cutting across the sky, this great horror caused dread
"One day the earth will shake. So it was told, so it was done."
The wolf said quietly, gazing toward what had begun
The man responded in shock, "What has gone on? Where could we be?"
"Do you desire to know?" The wolf answered his plea
With one last look, the desolation sank in
The man was traumatized, the world seeming to spin
Out of his mind, he man fell to the ground
Writhing, struggling, and screaming all around
He cried out for help, but heard no reply
But yelling and hatred; all had gone awry
Scenes of death and despair ran through his head
He couldn't escape it, he wished he were dead
With one final scream, he sprawlled out on the ground
What was going on? It had dissapeared (The sound)
Except for one small panting noise, above his being
There was the wolf, a small pair of scissors gleaming
He implored them to be taken, but the man seemed scared
The wolf was determined, the moment would not be sparred
The man reached up, grabbing the tools
They seemed weightless, denying nature's rules
"If you do not want that hellish future, if you want to fix it.
Delve the scissors into your mind, severe that infernal wicked."