When the world falls
And the bulkheads break,
Will we still look for a hero
Amongst all the fakes?
Will we stand tall
And confront calamity
Will we be able to find
An escape from insanity?
We can hope for the best
But prepare for the worst
All ends are beginnings
Not the last of us,
But the first
Of a new age.
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Published by dustyplz
A thirty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cat (Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution.
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