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Friday, March 19, 2010

Apocalypse

I listen to their groans,
hidden behind boarded windows.
Their want for my flesh is clearly portrayed.
Their mouths equivelant to a passageway of hell
with human remains lingering in their breath.
They took him, whom i loved.
with a poison through the neck.
God damn you bastards,
god damn.
I don't know who you are
if anyone
but we need to save mankind
before humanity is completely abolished.
The gun's loaded.
10 bullets at it's least.
If i shoot at their head,
they no longer will leap.
You must let your motions
exceed all limites.
Run.
My stranger, run to me.
Ill unlock the door
but please hurry.
Ill leave it cracked
for up to seconds of thirty.
If i dont see your face,
after a minute past.
I'm sorry,
my stranger.
You're one of them at last.

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