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Another one of my destruction poems. Too many horror movies, perhaps. At least it doesn't have vampires in. Aw, just read!
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 35 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 06-23-06 - id: 2198489
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Apocalypse
And the moon descends
All ablazon with fire
And the night remains
As the dream spirals higher
Till all of a sudden
The dead shall weep
And silently screaming
Come out on the street
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