After the Earth Died (living in the planet)

Much said when I was just a child, Was 'Be good, or you'll go outside.' I'd do my best to not offend, 'Cause outside's where I couldn't be sent. Outside, they said, Played it's own tune, With choking clouds, And raging moon. Then I grew and met a man, who owned some books, though they were banned. He'd whisper of their hiding place, I'd bring them out, and turn each page. No mention of this world inside, Nothing to say Man chose to hide Beneath the earth in little cells, And leave when he'd created hell. The old man said that he had cried, The day the humans moved inside. He cried for all that he had seen, On God's green earth that once had been. They found him out; the man and books, I glanced at him, though scared to look. His swift arrest and quicker trial, Still, all the man could do was smile. They set an execution date, For which the man could only wait. The date drew near. His smile grew wide, His sentence was to go outside.