bedspoet
Date:
2008-11-12
Time: 16:24:16
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Black dot grows larger, writhes wildly and
bubbles. Hisses, spits, smells of old death.
Insistently it covers more and more of a once
beautiful world, with avarice destroys all in
its path as it
Relentlessly spreads in all directions. Pure
evil is its touch, turns the heart’s of the
people into a pitiful maelstrom of hate and
violence. Unstoppable its course as it turns
brother against brother,
Leaves only anarchy and desolation behind as
it moves onwards. Even the sky cannot escape
its oily touch, the sun it shrouds in a
permanent eclipse and the end of times
beckons with withered, boney finger.
White dot struggles to survive, the last
haven of mankind under threat. An island in a
sea of darkness, this single spark of light
flickers fitfully under the weight of evil’s
onslaught. Those who are left fall to their
knees in desperate prayer as they choke on
poisonous fumes that arise from the sickened
earth. A last scream stretches out across the
wastelands as the sanctuary is breached,
wailing away to nothing as the last light in
the world goes out. Forever.
Bedspoet
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