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Tuesday, October 20, 2015

End Of The World - Rains


Storm in my hall, 
Thunder in my lane,
Tear everything up,
Need good ol' rain.

Keep pouring down,
Let their be flood,
Carnage, annihilation, massacre,
There will be blood.

Blood, Blood and More Blood,
Everywhere, Flowing with water,
No food, no shelter...
Only human slaughter

Humans eating human flesh,
Last man standing, no pretext,
If there was ever...ever...
This is Survival of the fittest.

Red streets, filled with carcusses,
Telling story of the distress & pain,
Suffering and misery,
Just need good ol' rain.


- Nachiket Tayshete