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Wasteland
Animals scurrying to hide in browned bare bushes.
A sea of radioactive nuclear barrels on every street.
Survivors not surviving.
Radiation floats endlessly with ease.
A sea of radioactive barrels on every street.
The nights sky gleaming like a dying firefly.
Radiation floats endlessly with ease.
Mutating, changing, interrupting living beings.
The night sky gleaming like a dying firefly.
The sun glares down, shining ruby red.
Mutating, changing, interrupting living beings.
People became see-through, their skeletons glowing in the dark.
The sun glares down, gleaming ruby red.
Life at a stand-still.
People became see-through, their skeletons glowing in the dark.
Everything that once was, is now no longer.

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This poem uses the style of a pantoum. The title of this poem is from a song I was listening to at the time. I liked the idea of a post apocalyptic world, but I don't follow any characters, it's more about the peculiar nature the state of the world is in.