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My morning feed reported,
oh my lord the end of time's today!
And Apocalypse was trending,
as streams of selfies tagged in,
the sun as it quickly expanded,
the best one was my ex-friend John who posed with it perched on the lip of an ice cream cone, i lolled, and typed: "perspective based humor will never die."
So I climb out of my bed and go outside to catch our stars dissolve.
With my camera phone arched skyward,
like a fallen angels eyes would,
surveying mother satellite,
but through the screen the colours were supreme in H.D,
glare free, field of depth three times as deep as our sea used to be.
Then hell broke loose!
Demons tear the skys
and I pan to my family and they to me.
How sad the world won't see, a multi-cam version edited by me.
Apocalypse is trending,
and Adam, Eve and Emlyn, upload their final meal,
and framing it with zeal they pray:
"Rapture, rapture bless this capture, part thy burning skys and grant safe passage, for this seed for this last bleet, then let the satellites sleep. let the satellites SLEEP!"
All of life's wonders unknown
left waiting while you charged your phone.
All of the words never say,
Sedated by screens in your bed.
The only things that you feel,
Are like and comments that appeal.
And when it comes to all that you loved, well the bombs turned your hard drives,
THE BOMBS TURNED YOUR HARD DRIVES TO DUST!!!
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