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The brink of Armageddon


Scales reflecting embers on the horizon Tell tales of devastation and destruction Flames flicker farther with each Ascension Burning buildings break below the tension Screaming"hi-ho" "Look out below" Families SOB hysterically in corners Of their humble home like bungalows Ashes spiral out of control Towards the skies then Fall below Weird looking black what once was lavish Even metals melt as they are ravished No more cars on crowded streets No more pushing on steering wheels to elicit beats No more children playing at playgrounds laughing Just corpses littering cities reduced to ashes No more blue lakes Crystal clear with trout's splashing Just fish belly-up In murky blackness A lone survivor caught In the middle of all the madness Searching diligently through the rubble For a precious edible package Friendship fervently sought With a smile that can't be bought In the aftermath of a bomb that dropped On the brink of Armageddon
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James Oberfeldt

Recently released prisoner for bank robberies. Self proclaimed Buddhist Christian. Singer,guitarist songwriter. Lives in rural new england. Father of one beautiful 21 year old daughter. Very close to brother sister and mother. 37 years old. Employed by demolition company which means I get to destroy stuff and get payed for it. Residing at a halfway house in Manchester, NH.

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