It's Over.

Wallace

A blood red sky.

A banshee does cry.

Thunder roars.

Acid rain pours.

People scream.

This is a nightmare it is no pleasant happy dream.

The end is nigh.

Planet earth will die.

Toxic fumes.

A smell of deathly perfumes.

Mother nature is sick.

Her wounds she can't lick.

Quietness and darkness does appear.

The end there is no more fear.

 

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 16th, 2017 00:50
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  • Goldfinch60

    It may well be nearer than we think. Good write.

    • Wallace

      Hope not, thanks for comment.



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