She could feel the bitter ashes floating in her tongue
The taste of the recently-deceased, and those long gone
As she stood in the ruins of what used to be her home
Staring at what used to be her perfect world, now a shattered dome
The last living human, a hollow victory
Surely heaven had to be nonexistent to allow this cruelty.
Hear ye, hear ye!
The excited man fumbled for the microphone
And started to speak in an elated tone
He announced to the world that he had it all
As he stood proudly on his gargantuan stage
But then the stage began to crumble and fall
Because of the crowd’s sudden burst of rage
He implored them to stop, he tried in vain to beg
But his faint pleas got overtaken by all the screaming instead
So they shout “Get off the stage, you pompous fool!
And ” Go to hell, you miserable old tool!”
As the bloodthirsty beasts began to tear him apart
No one noticed a single voice, lost in their steady cadence
“You may have everything,” the figure uttered as he started to depart
“But one thing that you’ll never have is the approval of the audience.”