[Log confirmed to be written by an Anthropocenic human, timeline unknown]
I SAW IT
THERE IS NOTHING AT THE EQUATOR
THE HISTORY BOOKS
THE SCHOOLING
ALL LIES
CITIES LAY BURIED IN SAND
THE SOLAR PANELS DESTROYED
THEY’RE DROPPING NUCLEAR BOMBS TO MAINTAIN THE INHOSPITABLE CONDITIONS OF THIS EARTH
AND OUR GOVERNMENTS ARE SUPPLYING THEM
THE EARTHQUAKES THAT THEY REPORT ON THE NEWS
ALL LIES
THERE ARE BUNKERS
BUT THE DUNES HAVE BURIED THEM
I CAME ACROSS ONE THAT WAS CRACKED OPEN ON MY JOURNEY
BLOODSTAINED FOOTPRINTS RAN UP THE STAIRS
AND BECAME THE SKELETON THAT CRUNCHED UNDER MY BOOT
BUT MY SIN PALES COMPARED TO WHAT I SAW IN THAT BUNKER
THE BONES THAT DECORATED THE ONE ROOM
THE DISGUSTING PARAPHERNALIA THAT LINED THE SHELVES
AND THE SKELETON THAT SAT ON THE ROTTED BLACK LEATHER COUCH
THE SKULL BROKEN AT THE JAW AND PARIETAL
REMNANTS OF THE GUN REMAINED
I MIGHT DO IT MYSELF
IF THEY DON’T GET TO ME FIRST