The End

Slowly she walked amongst the ruins
The dead at her feet were scattered
Ground was soaked with the guilty's blood
Not one knew what had hit them

In every direction her eyes were cast
The bodies were grotesquely twisted
Faces contorted in last agonies scream
As they hung on to life in final seconds

Not one human on this earth moved
Each and every spark had been extinguished
In five years or six and not much more
No trace left that humankind had existed

And still she walked amongst the dead
Her heart so heavy with sorrow
So many centuries mankind had thrived
It took her but seconds to end it

The canker so deep had corrupted all
For none there was redemption
Time and time she had tried to cure
But in vain were all her efforts

A tear of regret trickled down her cheek
For this had been her beloved creation
Maybe another time, another world
She'd create another in her image
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
What if God finally gave up on us ... what if he/she decided the disease ran too deep ... interesting thought ... this is not meant to upset anyone's faith ... it is more along the lines of SF

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moongirl1
What a scary thought. Love your writing

hug
fjamesj9701
Cool stuff, enjoyed much my friend.Cheers…Jessehandshake
steve1223
Thank you moongirl ... Glad you liked it

bouquet
avias
I certainly feel it ...God/he/she,who knows ... has infinite patience/forgiveness....still we continue "mucking up the waters" on this glorious planet. But one of these days....the last straw,look out!
Good sharing!thumbs up
steve1223
Thank you Jesse old friend

cheers
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