C . E . W H I T E H E A D | preparing for armageddon |
The city's glow spreads dome-like in the background where you live like a dog in the hills, alone, half-crazed, burying things coins, canned foods, rifles, yourself.
You move secretly through the darkness,
But it is the world you are entrenched in
You want to know where the end is. | |
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