End of the world.
End of Civilization
A tattered book with burnt pages.
A portrait, smeared with mud paint almost all gone.
A piano with no keys, all the strings Brocken.
A building crumbled to sand.
A lamp post turned to rust.
A football field overgrown with ancient trees.
A pile of rust, ash a bone. This once was a boy.
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