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The Devil's Curse

  • Writer: Chan
    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"



1 Comment


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

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