Cracked and parched the earth groans with thirst

A weary and lone traveler makes an exodus across a desolate landscape

Forgotten relics of a long dead age litter the path ahead

Samuel looks forward with hope but famine and hardship is all he finds instead

In a long line of survivors Samuel is the first

This is how it must of felt when the tower of Babel fell and a Hebrew god scattered all his seed

Samuel’s suffering was great best you believe

On his right four faces of long dead hero’s mark the sands of time

Their sight brings back painful memories of the worst kind

Bone dry dust kicked up by the steps of a fearful foot

A sun bleached forest reminds him of a time before the mountain fell out of the sky

A rusted street sign marks the halfway point in Samuel’s journey to nowhere

Burning him with memories of watching his family die

No food or water grace the desolate wastes of land

Samuel struggles between being an animal and a man

A cruel Darwinian joke evolution seems to be

A path through destruction was the only way to set her free

He remembers the five mile high waves and the nuclear blast created by this celestial impact

Within the raging hell he saw civilization sacked

Looking on with contempt from his one good eye

He saw the best of humanity die