[This one was 4, but I was like…”I’ll take it!”]
At the end of the world, there is a single darkness
It is round and perfect, and it waits for everything
And inside
Its metal body is gray, its dusty age a testament
To all mankind
It sits on a throne of rocks
The mechanical man with his azure eyes
Both the first creation and the last
And he casts a his hand out, a shadow that makes its way across the earth,
Never stopping, it comes in contact with each heart,
Travels over and is away
It mercifully poisons, it draws like a pencil through the words that are
Life
Love
Loss
And it pulls everyone back to its home in the end
Because Death wants what anyone wants
And that is to not be alone
At the end of all days.
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