VERSE OF THE WASTELAND

Verse of the Wasteland

The world’s gone to hell, ain't no question about it. Cities are crumbling and the sun bakes down on us all. But even in this wreckage, there’s still a little bit of life. We find it in the little things: a decent canteen, a scrap of cloth for patching up our hideout, or maybe just a clear night sky. And sometimes, we find it in the poetry that

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