Mysterious plague
your jaws dripping with the hue
of my suffering
Mysterioius force
summoning all the beasts of hell
creating scenes of waste
Black eyes looking deep
The morning of the last day
burns cold and crisp in the strange light
Furious bickering
a child cries for his lost peace
One small rose
crushed by the thousands of ponderous footsteps
marching ever on into the blackness
"Buy me another beer"
he spat into the dank air
and all hope was lost
so we went home
"I'll kill anybody who stands in my way"
his face was drawn and pinched
"Who wouldn't?" I murmured
and laughed one last time
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