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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2088263
The end of the world is at hand....
The End

It was now clearly inevitable,
the apocalypse was at hand,
and war to end all wars will annihilate
all of the world’s homelands.

The newest technological advances
produced weapons of mass destruction,
specter of death in zombie-like eyes,
with no survival guide, no instruction.

Nearly non-verbal, it is abnormally quiet,
aimlessly wandering in their death zone,
they wanted to try to build a nuclear shelter,
but location of the mining apparatus was unknown.

They could contact no one from outside,
electrical circuits were fried, cell towers dead.
batteries corroded, cars wouldn’t start,
not enough food left for all to be fed.

The villagers silently gathered together,
somberly walking to the biggest hill,
they would watch for the brilliant light
when life would cease, forever stilled.

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