Waking up on the beach. All alone
The sun burns on my skin,
Sticks, berries, fiber, and stone.
I craft, I fight, I hide.
Alive, my collection begins.
Through the jungle and rain,
A dino’s roar begins.
I tame, I build, I fight again.
Defending walls with dinos from within.
A kingdom born from ancient sins.
I fly through the sky without aid,
In armor made of sin.
The world below, extinct and frayed.
Caused by greed from within.
Ascended, the Arks still won’t win.