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LB Historian
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Join Date: Aug 2006
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As I gaze onto the plain I see nothing but pain,
I'm alone in the desert and it's driving me insane,
I remember the old days where technology was king,
but too much information filled the hate to the brim,
It overflowed into a sea of chaos,
the sky took the smoke, flames and stopped giving raindrops,
It's been like this for years, just me and my thoughts,
I wonder if I should've just died in a box, jumped off that cliff and hit rocks,
I saw the end of the world, people turned into savages
I also become one, that was the only way to handle it
The problem with killing the enemy is that I'm left with the memory,
Now I'm left with no energy, left in a world where everything's rudimentary,
However I'm embarking on a quest, to see if anyone's left,
If we can make life after death because all we are now is the walking dead.
I'm a lone soilder, surrounded by boulders, weight of the world on my shoulders,
I'm a sky hawk, with no one to talk to, I walk around but all I see is rocks,
Trying to find civilianation, plants for vegetation but I'm lacking motivation to deal with these frustrations,
I made my bed and I must lie in it, lonesome, tell myself it'll be fine but I'm not buying it,
While I'm contemplating my fate, I see a stranger off in the distance,
Thinking if I should escape or see what's going to happen and listen,
They finally makes it up, I open the door, filled with hope and I look up,
I can't even describe what I was seeing, I can hardly believe it, fuck...it's...
*Dies on the spot*
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2023 My Final Year
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