Tickets, please

welcome to the four dimensional screening of the end of the world

institution operation

famine and disorder 

sticks and stones 

with bones beneath their words,

 

’tis the end of the road,

die historic, 

remembered not by the one who bore you,

 

welcome to the four dimensional screening of the end of the world.

 

everybodies keeping quiet,

iron fist beckoning,

SHAKE, DOG

 

uproar, 

but silence.

The End

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