Apocalypse
By: Christopher Bice
I awake
To another hot morning
The sun shines red
Radiation boils uncovered skin
Atomic breezes that warm
Those hazy days of winter
I walk the wastelands now
Searching for survivors
But I fear I am the last
I cross over sands
Scorched so hot
They've been transformed
Into ruby lakes of glass
And the sun reflects death
After what seems an eternity
I see salvation in the distance
Silos from the last great nation
Cautiously I approach
To find one last sentinel
Rigidly standing guard
Dropping to my knees
I pray to God in heaven
But also, to the tall silver God
Standing vigilantly before me
Its timer flashing reset
In my mind I remember
All that we were
What we became
And I find my answer
I push the button
I see the countdown
In the last few moments
Of man's last apocalypse
I smell brimstone
I feel Hell's consuming fire
My last thoughts
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust.
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