It started on a darkened day,
the blind had lead the deaf across an old busy street.
No one died
and everyone thought it was a miracle.
But that was just the beginning.
Gangs broke out in fights across towns,
woman beat man until blood was drawn;
But it didn't stop there.
Weather reports broke down in sights of plague
With slight sights of frogs invading cities knee deep.
In the middle of it all,
the definition of love was lost
as well as the ambition to know it.
People in sheer panic broke into stores
to gather the food they wouldn't need,
in case of the end of everything we know.
But you can't eat if you're dead.
Politicians started fights across the table;
Fists and all with guts of rage
to settle differences held for so long.
Yet no one stoped to notice.
Yet no one stopped to care.
The pavement then cracked and created big gaps,
from which rats and earth leaked through,
and as lightening came down from a cloudless sky
starting random fires on innocent ground,
a little boy walked through the streets
looking for a familiar face.
Something he would never find.
The world was out of order;
Coin slots would never produce coke cans again.
Electronics fought back,
and then they died.
Half the world thought this madness called for rain
of cats and dogs falling from the sky.
But then the sky opened up producing its rain,
tiny droplets of water producing the only order on earth.
Yet the fires raged on,
and no one noticed.
The fires stayed strong for days at length,
nothing was fixed,
and no one had hope.
People fled their homes in search of things unknown,
and cars raced down freeways to similar destinations.
It was as if they thought they could escape,
as if they thought this state was an occurence
and not a feeling held deep within.
The lonely homeless man left behind
roamed the streets with a sign
which read "The end is near.",
but it wasn't.
It was utter chaos,
but to me
it was beautiful.
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