The Great Culling Poem
One of my more eerie poems:
Save yourself, the great culling has begun.
The sound of life is dulling as you run.
Evil minds have plotted our own doom.
Faster now, before you're spotted in the gloom.
We're not aware of any cure that's know to man.
We want to survive, but are not sure that we can.
The only way out is to dart from this death.
Be careful or you will part with your breath.
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