Ode to the Apocalypse

We begin with an ode to the end,

An ode to when the world stops,

A world were your gun might just become your best friend,

A world were you hide from other people with knives that chop!

Its the world against man,

Mankind is suddenly thrust back into the wild,

Days are hard, but man survives the best he can,

And sometimes, in the cold silent night, man can be heard crying like a small child,

People whom were once strong and healthy,

Become weak and thin as wire,

Now if you have a little food you are considered wealthy,

And the only warmth that can be found at night, is that of a small campfire.

You must always be weary,

You don't quite know whom you can trust,

Even those who were once close like brothers,

Things begin to change as old cities begin to rust.

And now we finish our ode to the end,

Our ode to when the world stops,

The new world where you gun is your best friend,

And all the old laws have been dropped.

Reviews

[duff]

I like how this reads. It has a smooth flow to it. How we spend our final days can be very intriguing. Well done