A Rose From The Dead

War-torn land Desolation Floral slaughter Desecration Ruin as far as the eye can see From the deathfield Solitary entity blooms Up from the wasteplains A rose from the dead Spreading its roots farther Strengthening hold Biding its time Till flora reigns supreme One day, the turn will be theirs Downfall of the human filth Careless suicide, murder malign Their end shall mark a new era The age of the Verdant Realm Upon the grave of mankind my flowers will grow Tear shed only for the loss of the verdurous Monolith marking the passing Of an age of waste And the arrival of a budding dawn