At the end of life, on the edge of time.
There’s no air to breathe, there’s no enzyme.
There’s no reaction, the catalyst is broke.
There are only tubes where the crawling choke.
The analysts are gone, nothing is explained.
The earth still spins but in blood, it’s stained.
The atmosphere is poisoned, the rain is dead.
The deceased lie naked, spongiform is spread.
Agony screams loudly it deafens as it shakes.
Tissue combines with organs in the air as flakes.
And there on the edge where time disappears
There is only the suffering at the rainbow of tears.
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