I Wasn't Ready

The end of the world
it finally came
just like the bible said it would.
The skies
they were dark
the air was thick and choking
it smelled of brimstone
the ground shook with every step I made.

We had been through so much
as a species
The earth itself
shook and howled with what could be described
as anger.
This was it.
This was the end.

And we weren’t even remotely ready.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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