The final hour

it when the world ends.

They sit on monuments

Watching the chaos beneath them unfold

As black shapes skughter without a plan

Or mercy

They laugh as buildings topple like dominoes

And as the sky weeps in sorrow

And as the mother nature shreiks in agony

The sickening music of screams fills their ears 

And they shiver in excitement

Like bloodhounds which have have found a warming trail

The tendrils of darkness around them 

Battle each other for entertaintment.

As if the massacre wasnt entertaintment enough.

They decide to kill her faster.

The End

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