It's a landscape of deception
deep as Invern's last,
a realm of twisted metals
& molten ground like glass.

The fetid smell of death swells
like bile to the throat
& carrion & circutry
are all together melt.

A Cybersphere all nuclear
risen from the ash,
lose all hope who enter this
Cybernetic Holocaust.


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