It’s going to come.
And it’s going to hit hard.
Mass destruction.
Unpredictable.
What do we do?
Who knows.
Maybe it’ll kill us all.
Or maybe it will leave us.
Unscathed.
I won’t mind it much.
Let it come.
Leave it be.
I hope it takes me with it.
Somewhere far away.
Where no one can find me.
And I’ll be free.
Free from everything and everyone.
And I know that know one will miss me.

 
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