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The Doomsday Clock
What is youth but a false sense of security:
a fantasy...
shattered by the increasing years.
And what will the memory of love do...
ultimately...
but help to cosy us into a grave.
No action is immune to the absurd,
or the brutality of reduction
in the rapine ebb of amenity.
The carnage fulcrum has been crossed
beyond the butcher's block... of holocaust.
90 seconds to midnight.
Published 30th Apr 2024
| Edited 2nd May 2024
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30th Apr 2024 2:44pm
30th Apr 2024 8:27pm
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30th Apr 2024 8:29pm
Lol... well executed is what the space aliens will say about how we destroyed ourselves.
30th Apr 2024 6:03pm
time travel can not be accomplished via magic or technology they have given me false visions and you as well memories erased this is not mercy or a kindness my sons and daughters tell me gentle souls which being have you murdered out of fear and I'll tell you no matter what i love you the book is an illusion a spell even the husk that wore it was lied to.
30th Apr 2024 8:32pm
1st May 2024 1:55am
Listen. I'm an actual conspiracy theorist. The Doomsday Clock is right up my three-glasses-of-red paranoid rhetoric.
After the ship in Baltimore, I'm absolutely convinced the clock is ticking, that it didn't stop... it's just on a timer in a different time zone.
I love this style on you. It really makes your ass look good.
Also? Kickass poem.
After the ship in Baltimore, I'm absolutely convinced the clock is ticking, that it didn't stop... it's just on a timer in a different time zone.
I love this style on you. It really makes your ass look good.
Also? Kickass poem.
1st May 2024 2:28am
Ordinarily conspiracy theories have me looking for an Irish exit, but three glasses of red would buy some attention.
You wouldn't want to cat call my ass if you knew about the maintenance involved.
I gotta fly in contractors from Raytheon just to get it out of bed.
At least the poetry makeover is winning some folks over... and thank you for noticing:)
You wouldn't want to cat call my ass if you knew about the maintenance involved.
I gotta fly in contractors from Raytheon just to get it out of bed.
At least the poetry makeover is winning some folks over... and thank you for noticing:)
Anonymous
2nd May 2024 5:33pm
I have long been fascinated by the doomsday clock, even though I try very hard not to think about it much.
I really enjoy these two lines:
The carnage fulcrum has been crossed
beyond the butcher's block... of holocaust.
If this were my poem, and it is not, I'd title it "90 Seconds to Midnight" and end the poem on that final couplet.
I really enjoy these two lines:
The carnage fulcrum has been crossed
beyond the butcher's block... of holocaust.
If this were my poem, and it is not, I'd title it "90 Seconds to Midnight" and end the poem on that final couplet.
2nd May 2024 6:35pm
I initially figured on finishing with that couplet,
hemmed and hawed for a day or so, then tacked on the 90 second line since it seemed like it needed an extra dose of finality.
I can see it either way, so I guess I can leave it up to future editors, If we have a future.
hemmed and hawed for a day or so, then tacked on the 90 second line since it seemed like it needed an extra dose of finality.
I can see it either way, so I guess I can leave it up to future editors, If we have a future.
