A world in which
There is no life
Only metal
Windblown dust
Sweeps the seas
Of sand never-ending
The jagged remains
Of a time
When steel covered the sky
Are seen as mere shadows
Behind the eternal storms
There is no sudden end;
No fire, no remnant of people
Who would remember.
There are only the flaking brown hulks
Of what could have been.
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Something Random(?)
RandomThis is basically my random book of writing. I do not post with any regularity, so don't be surprised if I don't update for weeks on end. Much of this is inspired by myself (I'm so conceited, I know). Thanks for reading. Oh, and one more thing! Comm...
