Author's note: This is another part to my apocalypse series. If you haven't already, check out my short story work-in-progress "Apocalypse, Ferrets, and Ruins" or even my novel I'm working on, Perfect Fit. This is the first poem I've started working on for this kind of thing, and I'm really hoping it turns out well. I do plan on expanding on this, however, but it'll be in a second poem probably. So for right now, this is the whole poem. Please, enjoy.
Death lives through
Me and humanities sins.
We dine together sometimes
And rid all of the has-beens.
A world where we two
Dominate, control, and thrive
Is not far from here.
Not even time can survive.
Bright lights in the sky?
Virus of life can't multiply?
Horrors of man cease to exist
As God ends Earth's sickening cyst.
My life, technically, has yet to begin.
You still have time to forget your sin.
But I'll still be hiding in wait
For Death's hunger will always tease fate.
