The Devil's Curse
- Chan

- Sep 22, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Nov 15, 2020
On the suburbs of Western Indiana
Lay the rotting rocks of the epidemic
As if shot by the bullets of the cannon
Dissolved - depreciating the natural frolic
Skeletons hugging their knees collapsed
The rancid air threatened to relapse
The temperature risen beyond human tolerance
With a meagre percent of greenhouse gases
The sky burnt red and the mountains broke open
The blue headed alien stood in dumbfounded confusion;
Where the advanced radiations had drawn him across
Not the anticipated wrath could the species surpass
As dust swirled in the midst of the end
A strange noise floated about the lengths
The white screen flashed beep in English
"#Last man alive #Last status on Earth"








Wowwwww I adore your way of thinking in this poem... Its pretty ❤️❤️