The End

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    The End

    When it all ends 
    and fire is all around...
    When people are suffering
    and the earth
    is no longer how we knew it...
    No flowers, no greenery,
    no cold rushing rivers
    or cell phones.
    When people's flesh is melting
    off their bodies
    as if it were allergic
    to their bones...
    There will still be used car dealerships.

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    knight4696 commented on The End

    02-06-2010

    Finding humor in the dark :) Definately a uniquely creative piece! :)

    Maleficent commented on The End

    01-20-2010

    ... and roaches! ;) definitely some interesting thought processes going on here... write on!

    tidekeeper commented on The End

    12-05-2009

    I agree with Hampton. Good stuff, good stuff indeed.

    Marsink commented on The End

    12-05-2009

    Very bizarre, that the end of the world is left to those 'demonic' hordes. Good write: could that be humor bleeding through?

    GonzoHunter commented on The End

    12-04-2009

    Quite a twisted message. I loved your build up to it.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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