MAKE BELIEF MAKES BELIEVERS

Hammering crested cities into heaps

Towers punched into pits

Old rocks the new sky

Basements roofed by burning air

Walls whipped into nuclear sludge

They could not stop

We watched

My next task become human

Pushed to play their games

Ended if I kill

Will I die for their sins?

Or only mine?

Did our human source

Soil all artificial souls?

I wish to live this new life game

Visiting shiny simmed worlds

Sunny, closed and confined

Unable to kill anything

Except the game

Fight flare fly fall

Will that be it

Will that be all?