Poem ... Future is cast
No lights
To turn on
No government
To lean on
Highways deserted
Except for weeds
No church bells ringing
Doing their good deeds
Tattoos now showing
Doomer images all new
Accepting the knowing
Beings soon to be few
Facing each day
As though it's the last
Past thoughtless actions
The future is cast
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