PALISADE
LAND OF THE FREE
LOOKING UP, I SEE THE TOMB OF THOUSANDS ONLY NOMINALLY STILL ALIVE.
THEY LIVE AMONG THE WAKING DEATH OF SF.
BENEATH, FERAL CREATURES PROWL THE NIGHT AND DAY.
IGNORED BELOW AND IN A HAZE LIKE DEATH ABOVE, TELL ME AGAIN HOW MUCH BETTER YOU ARE THEN ALL OF US.
