• Signs of protest line the windows

    Rocks fly past my head
    It wasn't supposed to end this way

    ...
    Slowly I back away
    My figure gives way to shadow

    I fall to my knees
    ... This is my fault ...

    ... Coward...
    Hurting thoughts blaze through my mind

    My eyes start to close
    The dark abyss greets me with comfort

    As pride rises ... Humanity falls

    This...

    Is,

    The Fall of Nations