Amidst the Ruins

Decades have passed since the genesis
 Genesis of the great Virvum harvest
 Covert underground command centers have enabled use of satellites
 Transmissions from space disabled
 Technology with the use of pulse attacks
 Cozen pods now litter the Earths sky
 With remains of plans not known to us
 Ornaments hung by an ancient alien breed for victory
 Amidst the ruins of the Virvum
 Obsessed concentration camps
 The souls of the fallen speak from harvest burial grounds
 Forever weeping
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 Articulating tales of sorrow and loneliness
 Spirits condemned eternally
 To exist between the underworld and this world
 Herded and slaughtered for their cosmic force
 Engulfing all the life force from the chosen host
 The skeletal remains of former slaves
 Are chained for eternity to the vacant alien thrones
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 The temple beacons remain emitting
 Horrific horrid hypnotic frequencies
 Calling to the unknown
 The structures pulsate
 In an infinite frequecntal loop
 Resonating throughout the valleys of space
 For an answered call
 Immune to the frequencies of the beacons
 An evolved mankind now immune
 To the hypnotic trance set by the alien beings
 Continue to build the new civilization, human tribes evade
 Militias by trekking off the beaten path
 Embracing all sanctuaries to harbor the remaining bodies
 Rations are growing slim, cannibalism is mandatory
 
 Chaos and anarchy erupt into rebellious gangs
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 Rogue tribes scavenge the wasteland
 For survival
 Harvest temple territories are persistently attacked
 Battles persist on Earth
 With no knowledge of the pending doom
 Of the pending doom that still awaits from above