The End of the World

A Poem by [Mackenzie]

Contempt
With each passing glance
On the fallen peasant soldiers
Shrunken bundles in the bleeding streets.

Corruption
A broken, useless government
And a puppet king hiding in an imaginary castle
While his kingdom burns to the ground.

Catastrophe
Marching ranks flow through the city
Like plague-rats, an endless stream
Trampling the dead and dying without a second look.

Uprising
Resistance
War.

All just different names for
The end of the world.

© 2010 [Mackenzie]

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The words flow through veins of darkness... rich, captivating, descriptive. Physical yet emotional. A far-fetched 98/100 for me.

Posted 13 Years Ago

C.smooth

So dark why? but it's my kind of stuff. good job!

Posted 14 Years Ago

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Added on May 21, 2010
Last Updated on May 21, 2010

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[Mackenzie]

Auckland, New Zealand

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My name's Mackenzie, but I'll sign my reviews as Mackeznei because it sounds oh-so-much-cooler. I'm thirteen years old, living in the wonderful country of New Zealand. Oh and I'm a guy now! Unofficial.. more..