It was a concrete desert that became a marked territory of short-lived empires.
Crownless kings played board games
while a cavalry of suited soldiers blindly marched into battle with their Windsor-style nooses.
The war never ended.
You would think it did, each time they swiped out. They filed into a weary procession,
making their way underground to this 21st century express hearse, bound to any hellhole in its transit.
But it doesn't end.
They're dug up and dressed up, and made to relive the battlefield where they fight as the undead,
in hopes of stepping foot into the towering infernos.
These mirror glass meccas whose gilded gates remain closed...
Behind moth-eaten velvet ropes is an ivy-covered bestiary of fur coats and leather shoes
that only know how to monkey around.
Such domesticated animals are surely of a different species.
No wonder they're immune to the 9-to-5 plague.