The Rain
In the distant, desolate land of Future a man stands by his bunker door his choices growing fewer and fewer his agony as great as the secret he bore For the land is barren there is no shelter, no life the worst will soon happen putting an end to the strife The earth above the ground is engulfed by technology there's no life to be found no sign of biology Machines govern machines nanites rain from above there's no hope it seems no place for laugh or love But the man knew something no-one else in the whole world did in his blood a weapon was brewing something that would make the machines sick ”Will you accept my offer this sacrifice is for my loved ones I'm willing to bear this burden, to suffer for my beloved wife, daughters, and sons” Pleading eyes towards heaven the man steps under the brewing sky his face pierced by the shards of rain the virus is released with his last, defiant cry
