The End
Death is apparent
As casual as a heavy sigh heard over from the thin walls
Of an overcrowded bunkers
Working over the minds
Transforming delights to deliriousness
A rattle to keep holding on to
Potent mixtures to feed on the dopermin-induced thrills
Over and over again
Reliving deaths with gladness overload
Death appears
Between commas and full-stops
On unwritten manuscripts
Unnoticed, unabridged
Stored
Close to the tip
Closer to the core
That's
Death to a thought
Long live the idea of the end
God save the beginning of ever endlessness
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