Beginning of Men- Draft
It was the last day of the beginning of the end.
There were 4 last men from the 4 corners of the earth.
None knew the tongue of the other
None knew the face of the other
None knew the life of the other
They only knew the world was at its end.
Death, Destruction, and Despair were all about them.
Blood, Bodies, and Beliefs fell at their feet
As they left up their heads to the sky in anguish;
All 4 heads bumped together.
As they raised their arms to the sky,
all entangled one another.
As they fell in humble prayer, all their knees buckled,
bumped and bounced off the other.
As their flesh fell away from their bones,
it all flew away with the wind
As it carried their last moan back to the
beginning of men.
~~~w12072019
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