Life is wondrous, look at that giant mushroom cloud
Death is coming, witness the shock deafeningly loud
Amidst the mist, lie a pile of mannequins on the ground
Among the blood their bodies lay, unable to make a sound
Cool, giant toy cars, attached to a gigantic telescope
Weapons of destruction, wiping away any wisps of hope
Check this out! There’s a giant playground for us to take
An abandoned, burning town, it’s fate yours to make
Wow! A whole bunch of action figures, now we can play!
Frozen with fear, understandable, it’s their final day
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Author:
poetboy123 (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2017 09:27
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Comments1
This is very well done and full of images 🙂
Thank you!
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