Thudding footsteps
consecutive gunshots
Screams of agony
Brushing off the dust,
I looked up to see,
the colorless sky
much like a soul
being ****** out of a man.
It was finally here.
The apocalypse,
had embarked upon us
and it was because of me.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
Thudding footsteps
consecutive gunshots
Screams of agony
Brushing off the dust,
I looked up to see,
the colorless sky
much like a soul
being ****** out of a man.
It was finally here.
The apocalypse,
had embarked upon us
and it was because of me.
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