A world embalmed with magma steams from cracks to its core
Erupted in absence of reason, though rumored to have been from war
Objective to all sides, no stake in the fight
Equalizing across the board, nature breaks down the sword

Burning as it moves in time to the music of geography
The lava moving forward like a march led by gravity
Suffocated in glowing globules

Pressurized vapors scream for passage
A wasteland, the wager of uninterrupted war
As the creaking sediment groans
It swallowed the sentinels and reduced them to ore
For some salvation fulfilling religious lore

In reality volcanic blasts trigger nuclear fallout
Eclipsing the sky, taking solar power out
Clouding radars, blocking signals, destroying transport routes
Organic parts of cyborgs were poisoned by the clouds