illuminate the mind
of a fresh child
who seeks joy
from someone?
something?
no, maybe he seeks
the joy he craves
to come from inside
himself.
an inside that pours out
with the velocity
of modern weapons.
the red button has been pressed
the codes have been entered
now its time to wait.
Wait to see the burning sky
a bright red
before eternal blackness�
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no one hears
the sound
of the end.
the noise
falls on dead ears
the voice
is spoken for nothing.
so I shall stop.