The day that hope died

The earth's a barren wasteland,
The rivers have now run dry,
Creatures of every concievable sin,
Roam the scarlet sky,
The little drops of yellow rain,
The tiny old woman cried,
Scorned the worn out souls of good,
The day that hope died.

The cruel jabs of fortitude,
Attack the lights of now,
The evil laugh of destruction,
Are the sweat in the workman's brow,
The putrid smells of silence,
When the last honest man lied,
The world we knew just melt away,
The day that hope died...