Betrayal by the children we had known
For thirty silver pieces and a phone
But manufactured children were a clone
And guiltless when their minds were not their own

Humanity was just a losing game
A mushroom cloud; the temples all aflame
We saw him long ago; to our great shame
A crown of thorns – I think I knew his name

The masterminds to fortresses have flown
Financial ruin: for others to atone
And death rides on the wings of every drone
The whirlwind was the harvest they had sown

A scapegoat for the burden of the blame
Originals, too troublesome to tame
No change when all tomorrows are the same
What once was ours, we left for them to claim

Metropolis, how bright your lights had shone
Necropolis, they hide among the stone
We eat the dead and thank them for a bone
We are the last; we dig the graves, alone