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Armory XII This comes locked and loaded. At the bunker of doomsday theory that got snuffed out by the date: already past. No that the future is hard to come by when talking about  what you sense like  on a nervous breakdown or by taking it in as  all inside. That in your eyes, the life, maybe in too grandeur. Maybe in too melancholy. Trees that unleave. Speeches that reach too deep. That you lock  the door, see when the bombs drop. You knew all along, but if they don't. It is like the weatherman to predict, when Pompei is going to explode. Something seems off about people who  like to predict the end of life as we know it. Contact Poet - Give Feedback. ©2000 - 2022 ------- Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors Sign Guestbook Read Guestbook    Tell someone about this Poem.

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