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Oct 2013
Dead people. Everywhere. Literally.
They don't know it. Yet.
But each and everyone of them
Will witness
The ultimate ending.
The end of their journey.
The last exit.
Some sooner. Some later.

But not me.
I am immortal.
Invincible.
Indestructible.
Unbreakable.

Once the second last person on earth
draws their last breath
I will be the last man standing.
That will be the end
of all.

No newspapers.
No chocolate bars.
No football games.
No prison rapes.
No weddings.
No 4 course meals.
No bull riding.
No marathon running.
No coffee.
No drugs.
No jobs.
Nothing.

Just me.
Karl Kamea
Written by
Karl Kamea  Vienna
(Vienna)   
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