Leaders Now Losers Watching What's Left Turn N2 Sufferers.
Zombies Under The Stars Suddenly Blown 2 Smithereens.
Clones Come About From The More Horrendous Screams.
Tears R The Puddles Neath The Leaders' Boots.
Doubts & Troubles.
Thoughts Of Getting Away Go Away B-Cuz Of Hopeless. Not Even The Suicides.
Heads Clamor On, After B-Headed, Telling Evil 2 Our Struggling Heroes.
Battlecruisers Everywhere. Hostile Takeover Of All Timelines.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 12th, 2021 15:00
- Comment from author about the poem: Hopefully, This Post-Apocalyptic Nightmare Ain't Ours.
- Category: Fantasy
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