And in the End
One could not avoid the putrescence clinging to every atom in every direction
Stoplights blinked caution in cruel irony
Racoons only emerging from city sewers at night had no instinct to return underneath such bounty
Tho power was erratic & petrol a memory radios still broadcast updates on weather patterns to avoid toxic ash-fall
People waited in long lines
Water
Food
Blankets
Protesting was useless
No one is listening
Life reverted to tribalism
Faces emerged from clouds speaking a language similar to Egyptian their message unclear
The clouds began to break-up spewing hordes of elf-like creatures with horrid pinched features if there was a message I guess that train left the station
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