Call me an angel

Call me an angel 

So I may pray for acid rain. 

I’ll pray for oceans  

To run with blood, 

Or the sun to turn to ash. 

I dare say it doesn’t matter how, 

Just let the great scythe come. 

Let it sweep through our wasteland 

And leave us with nothing but 

The embers of an old fire

And God’s ruin. 

Push the hands closer

To Midnight.

I will think of nothing. 

No one. 

I will offer nothing

But survival

Laid down in the dust.

My litter of endings.

And I will find a desolate freedom 

We know can only be found 

At the end of the world.

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