The end of all times
The sky has darkened, with smoke and fog. The once green hills are now slopes of sand and the warm weather is now bitter cold. Everyone sick and dying, the human race with no faith. For now, they have realized, its the end of all times.
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Poems by me
PoetryIf anyone tries to steal my poems I will be seriously pissed. so don't even dare try it. if I catch you I will sue you for plagiarism.
