Apocalypse On Sale

I look under the skin of society and I see its roots run black. In the last breaths of this creeping dystopia, I can see the digital & financial plagues unravel. And in sombre clairvoyance I see the future so bright;

 

The last man on earth

He charges for water

Guarding his well

 

The last good looking woman on earth

She charges for her company

 

The last farmer hordes his crops

The last blacksmith hides his hammer

 

And all the useless fools perish

Screaming into the sky

For some wi-fi

 

The last days of man made a mockery. By the black souls with golden smiles.

It won’t be ash, lava, or crater. NO. Only dollars crashing, and nations vying.

 

Till all the flags are gone.

And a new psychopath rises.

 

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