Misc. Crap

As luck would have it

There is nothing

But a flesh virus

Two strands

A double helix

Created this world only to devour it

Nothing but this until this too disappears

Some F

A

L

L

Faster, land sooner

Spin a cyclone and raze a skyscraper

Watch it tumbling down and marvel at the crash

What joy to this cold flesh heart

Capable of pain love desire

these DO NOT exist

They are the figment of imagination

Prisoners to the whim of the capricious

Change at a hearts desire

The D

R

O

P

of a pin will spell the end

No fire

Armageddon

No

Ragnarok

No

The sky will not divide and scour the earth

With flames that flay flesh like paper

No angels wielding flaming swords will cleanse this world

It will end quickly and silently

In darkness

For blinded eyes cannot see

Dead eyes see even less