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.
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Author:
Wallace (
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Comments1
It may well be nearer than we think. Good write.
Hope not, thanks for comment.
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