Apocalyptic poems, posted every m-f.


after the fall
it will become impossible to distinguish man
from his perversions
for he will shamble without aim or vigor,
eat the flesh of fellow men

sometimes, he will respond to reason,
words, song,
but other times he won’t

there will be unspeakable things,
in the future,
but they will mostly just be unspeakable
because they will be indistinguishable
from everything else

we don’t talk about zombis, in the future
for the same reason we don’t talk about them


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