Apocalypse
At the apex of the hellstorm
Came Salvation in maidenform
Cold silence emanating from her lips
Her method of talk strapped around her hips
A tie-down, two-holster, two-gun rig
That legend called th— “The Apocalypse.”
The masses interrupted in a whisper
Again the masses whispered
“The Apocalypse.”
Copyright © Jeff Martin | Year Posted 2018
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