End Slam End
Apocalypse now
Not a car on the road
Nor functioning street light
Mad Max
All hope and will exhaused
Acres of land in which to be buried
Gone is the silver
The fuel and the food
Nothing but desert
And the stench of failure
And the sight of the sun setting
over a depressing horizon
Over a world more suited swathed
in darkness
Dark is the end before
and the after shock
Suffer all yee children
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2021
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