The Devil's Due.

Black as Ice,

Soft as Bone,

dull and lifeless in every tone,

The world is lost upon the eyes,

For our doom it does surmise.

We went away with sun and wind,

land we conquered, not to loan.

Sadly We know, and bemoan.

God Counts us not among the living,

And the devil Takes His due.

On the land we let loose a blight,

not a scrap of green to grace our sight.

In steel and science, we found our home,

we cared not for our land of bone.

We left our flesh for metal,

our hearts we locked away.

So know we now with Grief and pain.

The Devil takes His Due.

No words can express,

The Land in duress.

Stark white among the sands.

We care not, nor ever will, the white bone lands.

we made this world of no hue.

The Devil Takes His Due.