The Fate Of A Dead World
by Lord R.e. Taylor
When the last drop of rain is gone
All that will be left is just the heat
And the scorching winds
Taking everything with them
Leaving only dried mud and sand behind
Maybe a few fossilized footprints
But no life could ever remain
The Earth will become just like the rest
A lifeless ball of cracked and dead rock
Floating in a cold and lifeless universe
A fate that it never, ever deserved
Yet it is the fate which was chosen for it
© Poem – IX/XIII/MMXXII
LRET
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