End

by Passerby   May 8, 2012


The world is mine
its inhabitants, its creatures
all mine
filthy useless lives
crawling over the beauty
destroying all in its path
filthy disgusting humans
greedy
wanting
destructive
the world
crumbles
into nothingness
everything soiled
everything bare
no life
no light
dark
ugly
grotesque
is the future
of
your crumbling
earth

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