Thursday, December 29, 2022

poem I wrote

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MOUNT APOCALYPTO


International Hostility is like a rumbling volcano


Filled with molten destruction


Bubbling with greed and hatred


We live on the side of this active volcano


Growing our crops, living our little lives


While watching the ominous puffs of black smoke


For a warning sign


That Mount Apocalypto is about to erupt


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