Apcolyspe

McKinsey Rose Lynn

The world as we knew it is gone...

Shattered, our world...

Broken pieces lay on the streets...

Bodies are piled up, no care for decease...

Water is now poison...

The earth, a toxic waste land...

Few survivors...

Lots of mayhem...

Can't go outside...

Air is poison...

All that's left is to live in closure...

Indoors is safe...

Suicide turns into going outside...

Man has killed its home...

So its home is killing man...

  • Author: McKinsey (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 7th, 2017 10:16
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 18
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  • swingline

    It will happen someday and it will be awful .

  • Goldfinch60

    Nothing Gothic about this, it is happening now and we look on and do nothing.



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