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The End

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By Micheal RogersPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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This is the end

Time is beginning to bend

They've wore out all the trends

All the taking of what the earth lends

No intention of ever returning sends

Nature into a frenzy, hurricane force winds

Birds and Ash fall from the sky

Just like the reverend

Spoke of in his fire and brimstone mind

Too little to late to bother with our kind

Demons and devil's stand side to side

their hellborn tanks with the gears that grind

Rapiers and bastard blades combined

Cutting through father's, brothers, mothers, and sisters sons and daughters leaving no one behind

What have we concocted in our unholy minds

All the innocent animals beckon and cry

For pity as they don't know why

They didn't agree to the greed,

Nor did they try

Smoke filled lungs Can't even speak to cry

For help nor mercy oh my

The air is so burned it's dry

Like dragons tearing across the sky

I just watch and sigh.

surreal poetry
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