Final Days

Well this poem and the next poem I wrote in July and sent into a competition. Alas they didn't make it so I am now allowed to share them with you.

Enjoy!

Final Days

The greatest war

Run

Planets fall a million score

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Roiling, broiling, seething, breaking

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Burning, screaming, dying, waking

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The very sky is stained with blood

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A writhing, ochre, sanguine flood

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A torrential, never ending rain

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Of blood, and pitch, and death and pain

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Planets burn in ghastly fire

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A never ceasing funeral pyre

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A massacre of eternal men

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Born, slaughtered, born again

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Gassed, shot, stabbed, sliced

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Burnt to husks, atomised, diced

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Shattered, broken, ruined, dead

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Ground soaked, warm, red

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Mighty citadel, tumbles down

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Liquid metal, people drown

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Minds are destroyed, mad, insane

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Raging, weeping, tortured, slain

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Plume of smoke blots out the sun

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Final days have just begun