MELTING CITIES

Stick out your tongue, O time!

They are facing dissolution

Like candles with electronic wicks.

Let their fluid corpses armor your innards!

The next wave of self annihilating hordes will come.

Empowered in blinding luminescence,

Metallic roars, inflated populace and greed-greased ambitions,

They will march.

Upon your armored innards 

They will plant the drooping flag of Civilization.