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I'M Just Getting Started

I'M JUST GETTING STARTED The concrete post is a lazy old thing. Just sitting there doing nothing at all. When things happened it was quiet. The illegal President drove smugly past. The war erupted and death swept the land. A natural disaster incinerated the town. An army of ghosts whistled forlornly by. In a big roar the alien mothership landed. With total silence God returned to earth. All the while the concrete post observed. It never uttered a word. Not even when under pretty highly accurate laser fire. In a pitter patter of dust the concrete post died. But it wasn't the end of this old guardian. Now it was a spirit of its former self. And continued to rule this place and observe all things. Especially the End of Days war. God vshumansvs aliens. The concrete post inherited the earth. A planet riddled with death and scorched by fire. Our old home.

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