Hey Mike where s my DX 2 =) ACiD Ancient dust rises on a cold distant soil heralding the arrival of those who were expected Beyond the horizon veiled in perpetual darkness lies a city long dead Far beneath the city devastated by hatred and and vengeance shafts and corridors silent for centuries suddenly echo with the hum of mechanized life A thousand year wait ends Those who were expected have returned The poem was blatantly ripped of course