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Waves lap at the shore,
Timeless rhythm of the sea,
Counting every beat.
About the Creator
Bacon
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. He launches into an atmosphere riddled with smoke, soot, and ash. He feels the radiation from a thousand fallen nukes. For humanity, it’s certain death. For him, it’s like bathing in a sauna. He laughs again at the thought.
By C. Rommial Butler4 days ago in Fiction
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