The End

Marrow splashed all over
Walls splashed with red paint
The stench of burnt meat
And the fog of smoke
Overwhelms the sky

They have finally did it
It’s now a black ball
Filled with a foul smell
Silenced forever

Much that was once
Has come to pass
The race of men has failed
It has come to an end

They moulded and shaped it
Behind closed doors
Their destiny
And with one swoosh
They all roasted in peace

Todays best new poem was written by Sire’.


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