[?7hNew homes, Other dimensions.

Foreword to the unknown,
Backward to your world.
You can't like your home,
you go to this new concealed land.
After watching your world, each day on the news,
Crumbling about you, like a broken machine.
Stay here and die, like the rest of your race,
or go foreword to the reaches of the humble escape.
Foreword you step into the warm welcome void,
to see the new home which you have chosen to join.
Hell it is not,
nor an earth afflicted with anarchy and strife,
nor a disease ridden time,
nor a death ridden place.
A welcoming sight, a land of the living,
A land of calm,
and a place of tranquility;
for here all your troubles will cease for a time.



[Apothecary]