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It Never Ends by ThinkingMakesItSo It Never Ends by ThinkingMakesItSo
My drawing for the day.
Now for something (almost) completely unrelated!!
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The frailty of it all revealed at last,
bleak and infernal winds shouldering the ash of the late world into murky void.
Everything unwound, fragile fibers ripping with no solid ground to root them.

So it burned.

Sirens played formless music for a silent age to come,
rocked the soil to the beat of its rumbling doom.

Now bullet shells glint
in the subdued light of a banished sun.
like dragon's teeth
summoned up from the ashes of our ruin.

We are all soldiers now,
armed with the will to be.
The future isn't what they promised us,
but our grey hearts still beat.


Disturbing the soft insides of burnt shops,
leaving Calvin Klein rotting on hangers,
and stepping over blackened books heaps swollen with rain,
I wander through bitter ash under darkened skies.


Sleeping on moldy mounds of charred remains
beneath starless nights and the indifferent sun,
sorrowing the violated corpse of the abiding Earth.

I am God
of rags, bandages, dust.
No sound but the wind.
While at night in the light of a fire
I namelessly hum dim memories of mini-malls
to milky and mud-colored skies.

The legacy of our strange age,
dazzling machines, color and form,
the memory of that world sustained only by my breath.
Trembling and brief, visible for an instant,
before being poured away into frigid atmosphere.

Rats and roaches creep in dank chaos,
alabaster bones in the campfire glare.
Lonely I sit amidst the tombs of us all,
diseased and decaying from decades before.

Why not go back
to stabbing at shadows
in the damp canyon forests
of ancestral dreams?
Why not wake up
to tight knuckled families,
and our picket-white lives?

Those ancient people are dead.
This is my world
now.

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I wrote that poem a while back, and I've been wanting to do something apocalyptic to accompany it. This pic will have to do until I find something more suitable.
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Viking63 Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
War never ends war never changes
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Ralokone Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2010
yes, it does end

havent you seen the animated short "peace on earth"

[link]
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ThinkingMakesItSo Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2010  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I had actually seen it before, a long time ago :D It was a blast from my past
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Ralokone Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2010
i saw it when i was just a little thing

shook me forever, made me realize how stupid fighting is.
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