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Apocalypse
By Deaths Apostle
As steel and bullets litter our cities,
The streets become oceans,
filled with blood
Our masters drop, suffocating on their lies
Now
free to take control, the gods engulf us with flame
Burning all in
the way, many of us die
Refusing to give, few of us continue to live
We survive this only to watch everything crumble to ash
Blowing
it all away to reveal our molten core
Melting the rest, now there
is nothing left
My friends, this is called the Apocalypse
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Copyright 2010 Deaths Apostle
Published on Tuesday, July 27, 2010.
Filed under: "Philosophical" and
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
A little societal poem I whipped up today in Economics classComments on "Apocalypse "
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A former member wrote:
thats probably is going to happen i just hope i can be around to see it when it does if not at less i have a idea of what may happen ^_^
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On Tuesday, July 27, 2010, Malcholm Dark
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wrote:
the end of times, well put... a haunting reminder of what we are to be... or could be... thanks for sharing
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