when the world ends my dear,
we will stand atop the ashes and cry out
"Poor children, lost in your searches for escape.
you have found it at last.
Is it all you have dreamed about
is it all you hoped for?
this afterlife you call home now
may you rest in peice
as we breath in your pieces"
creating tornadoes of black.
it tastes like aftermath of attack
bombs dropping
the world burned alive
we watched it burn
we fanned the flames
it was beautiful
the fires licked our lips
in a tender kiss
lovers lies whispering in ears
crackles and burns
we lay in ash
rolling around
kissing death hard on the lips
then left her wanting more
oh how her mouth watered
oh how we poured out
washing clean all the dirt
washing clean the souls
may they rest in piece
we breath in their pieces
what they've left behind
to nourish us
our mouths are dry
come and kiss me again
because the world has ended
we are all we have left.
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