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Sheet metal city
Ruin, destruction, fire and fear
Now I know why they ran from here
The wounded and the dying lay under ground
Undergrowth in abundance spreading all around
Fizzing and whirring through the air, it gets closer and closer to end your fear
Mounds that were cities, ash that were people melt into snow
The seasons are two, left tattered and strewn
In this apocolyptic sight...
Friday 31st January 2025 3:41 pm
Christpocolypse
Christpocolypse
20th December and the lights are down
Expectance in abundance
As we look around
No tinsel or snow
No time to let go
Too tired and small
No feeling at all
They say he’ll be here soon enough
Yet time will soon have had enough
But we must be ready and not wither
The time is now, we must deliver
Yet who will come I ask?
It isn’...
Wednesday 24th January 2024 10:11 am
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