(Farewell)
In the twilight of a broken world,
Where silence reigns and flags are furled,
I stand with those who fight, not flee,
The Resistance—our hearts bound, free.
Generation Zero, land of rust,
Where hope survives despite the dust.
Machines that stalk, relentless, cold,
Yet in our hands, a fire bold.
Through fields and forests, ruins vast,
The past’s shadow looms, overcast.
But we, the brave, we march in stride,
Defying fate, with nowhere to hide.
The Resistance—our strength, our guide,
Against the metal, side by side.
In every battle, every stand,
We fight for freedom, reclaim this land.
But now the winds have shifted, still,
The developers’ hand, no more to fill
The world we love with new design,
As Generation Zero’s light declines.
The updates cease, the future’s dim,
A fading echo on the wind.
Yet in my heart, the flames remain,
For what we built shall still sustain.
Though the end is here, it’s not defeat,
For every victory, every beat,
The Resistance lives in those who play,
And in our love, it finds its way.
So farewell to the code, the dream,
But in our hearts, it will still gleam.
Generation Zero, we’ll never part,
Your world will live within my heart.
Farewell, Generation Zero.
November 11th 2024.
