The End of Days

Raise your hand to the sky

With liquid as red as life

Pulsing in the shattered glass.

 

Make a toast to the Gods

To bring you serenity

As you sacrifice your soul for pleasure.

 

Say goodbye to your lover

As the knife pierces your skin

And the blood flows eternally

Until the end of days.

Irregular Apocalypse

It started with one

A single caterpillar was infected

With beauty

It grew like normal

And transformed like normal

And became a butterfly.

 

This butterfly was pulchritudinous, as usual,

But when it came to mating,

It laid thrice as many eggs.

 

Caterpillars turned butterflies-

Leaves being demolished by ugly little insects

Turning into beautiful monsters

Flying throughout the sky.

 

The skies were made of wings,

The ground covered in dead grass

Due to the aesthetic apocalypse.

 

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