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written by Sherry Tanquary-Wilbur

7:30 pm July 20th, 2008 in the Fence Post Bar and Grill

while waiting for check

I see the trees,

gasp for air,

and forget to breath.

As well the seas,

turn blood red.

Not even ;

the fish or the birds,

fill the oceans and air.

Houses and churches,

and joyful places,

turned to prison,

death traps ,


and tear filled ,


I am not certain,

if through the smoke,

and the screams,

you can find warmth or light.

Even the flame turns ,

coal black.

The fruits,


and fields,

have become ,

famished and diseased.

Loved ones become old and frail.

They become


sick and stained.

Each and every one of them,

turn on each other and fight.

Demons, lost souls, and our nightmares,

and anger and fears

swallow our heart,

our thoughts,

our hopeful sight.


weep and wail,

and tear each other apart,

as the mentors abandon them ,

as they cruelly depart.

Survival of the fittest,

no longer applies.

The sun blacked out,

and the man on the moon,

long since has died.

Mountains leveled and broken,

and even the cockroaches,

no longer scurries and multiplies.

Serpents have hardened their scales,

and the rodents,

sing out with plagued wails.

With the earths core frozen,

and the atmosphere ,


into a cloud consumed,

by ash and soot,

Confusion and a lack ,

of god has set in.

People rob and murder,

rape and torture.

They turn truly man eat man,

a reality,

an existance.

It slowly and surely,

ends all things ,

home , health ,

and the world, into a dead weight,

into the deepest darkest part of space.

Author's Notes:
It is a nightmare I have had all my life . Thought I give it to you with irony.
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