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My poem, for prosperity and memory purposes, should you want to remember it:
"Sonnet for the End Times"
With boarded windows and failing light
A man seeks shelter in the old shack
The herd is coming, but he’s not wanting to fight
Nowhere to run, no turning back
A hunting knife, a 45., all he has to stay alive
He wonders, briefly, if this is a dream,
No, he says, no it’s not, but anyway, the herd did arrive,
It’s pitch black outside, and then, a single scream
He sighs, and cocks his gun
And opens the window, fires into the crowd
But they keep coming, the nights not done
With the darkness covering everything an a inky shroud,
When the night is over, he rests his weary head,
His life isn’t over, because he isn’t really dead