My End
I sit, day in and day out. In the same spot, wondering. Wondering when the apocolypse is coming. The sudden explosion leaves a ringing in my ears. The fire spreads quick. But yet, I sit. I look around me and see THEM, The bodies are all on the ground, bleeding endlessly, and then exploding. I catch fire, but yet, I sit. ~And as the fire is eating me alive, I have but one thought. What blades and suffocation have failed, I am finaly seeing my end. But the fire stops. I have not a scratch. So I sit, and wait, for the apocolypse...~
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