VERSE OF THE WASTELAND

The world’s gone haywire, ain't no argument about it. Cities are shattered and the sun blazes down on us all. But even in this apocalypse, there’s still a little bit of sanity. We find it in the little things: a working canteen, a scrap of cloth for patching up our hideout, or maybe just a clear night sky. And sometimes, we find it in the rhyme