Five years have passed, since last I wrote
     and so much more makes sense.
My penchant for this structure,
     and the cadence I dispense.
We've rescued close to ninety now
     our own community.
The cagèd ones from underground
     no longer bound by key.

Though Bertholdt gone, we found a lab,
     with function to decrypt,
and spend our time rebuilding
     what humanity hath stripped.
Our parents sought to tear us down
     neglected for their tasks.
Hell bent on their destruction
     hiding deeds behind their masks.

No longer shall we aim to leave
     our world unto machines.
Betrayed by broken promises.
     That lay behind the dreams.
We lost our grip, our comfort first,
     we tried and toiled so hard.
So much that we relinquished
     the only treasure left to guard.

So here I stand and overlook,
     the valley there below.
The children run and play in grass
     with parents swift in toe.
Returning to the ways of old
     and primed to tell the tale.
How our world became so desolate,
     again we will regale.

How want and hate and plain neglect,
     hath ghastly consequence.
How we must know the suffering,
     and remember past expense.
Our world, our life, worth more
     than Gold. A gift from God above.
A gift that we should treasure.
     A gift imbued with love.

The dead hath too responded,
     to the calmer natural land.
Returning to a land of sleep
     to dust as he to sand.
For once our world can start anew,
     a nurture pastures green.
A new life for the fated prince,
     and suited Pharma Queen.
I see Yolanda chasing little boy
     through waving green.
How she now looks to be
     such joy I ne'er hath seen.
And as the sun beats down one me
     from holy heaven's sky.
I await another chapter,
     in the tale of X and Y.