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The End

Waiting for the apocalypse

By BrenPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read

i can't wait

to hide in the ruins

from the self proclaimed

rulers of this new

waste land

i can't wait

until the buildings crumble

and all secrets

are finally revealed

i can't wait

i'm so sick of waiting

i can't wait

i'm so sick of contemplating

i can't wait

until the streets

are a verdant splash of green

a tree in every crack

a weed in every crevice

and the lawns take over

the suburbs

i can't wait

until the hunter

becomes the hunted

and the feral streak

is once again embraced

i can't wait

and these are just words

it's not a plan

i cant wait

to see the real earth

i can't wait

until life after man

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About the Creator

Bren

"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa

"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend

Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler

I'm writing it out not acting in doubt!

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