The world's end
The world's end is near.
That is very clear.
It's like a blackness or darkness ******* me in and I enjoy every piece of it.
It's very comforting.
I see the fire.
The burning flames.
The chaos.
Everything turning to ashes.
It's not pretty.
The grass is dying and now is a black pond of dirt.
The echos of people dying is overwhelming and I sit down and look around.
The orange sky hitting my eyes with a passion.
It's not a good thing.
The roses dying slowly.
The crowd gasping for air.
The world's end is finally here.
And I'm here to witness it.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
The world's end
The world's end is near.
That is very clear.
It's like a blackness or darkness ******* me in and I enjoy every piece of it.
It's very comforting.
I see the fire.
The burning flames.
The chaos.
Everything turning to ashes.
It's not pretty.
The grass is dying and now is a black pond of dirt.
The echos of people dying is overwhelming and I sit down and look around.
The orange sky hitting my eyes with a passion.
It's not a good thing.
The roses dying slowly.
The crowd gasping for air.
The world's end is finally here.
And I'm here to witness it.
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