Apocalypse

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I look around,

A stench of burning flesh.

I look around,

A mesh of translucent smoke.

I look around,

No green, no blue to be seen.


I look around,

And listen to nothing but my mind speaking to me.

I look around,

No cries, No screams, No laughs, No voices but only in me.


I look around,

And find,

I am all alone.

All is gone, All people, All pain, All happiness, All life.... is gone,

And I am all alone.

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