The winds forever gust in the Golden Banner,
The leaves forever rust from scarlet to brown,
The domes have now bust, the glass scattered,
The citizens now must survive on their own.
Enforce! Their birth and calling,
Enforce! Their design and function,
Enforce! Their duty and death,
Enforce! Enforce! Enforce!
What is this dome, that encases the sky? Who built it? What is outside?