Somewhere, somewhere out in the
Crest of the dreary earth lies a place
Of solace, a place untouched by
The desolation of the world caused by
The small majority.
The diamond in the rough,
The jewel of the Nile,
The last, best hope of humanity—
Ever so slowly it absorbs the run-off
Of the malevolence cast about in the remainder
Of the world.
To find the Solitude wedged into the soul-destroying
Land of the sinful is futile; it shall one day succumb
To the onslaught of the infected masses, and it shall remain
A lost cause in the minds of all.