I think a lot about
the End—the
nuclear variant.
The missiles have
rent-free silos
in my head.

The double flash
burning and blinding
anyone facing it,
then the heat
and wind
ripping flesh from bone,
tree from ground,
house from foundation.

The dead,
they say,
will be the lucky ones.
But right before
it all goes up
in the last moments
of a functioning world,
millions will open
the App
one last time
and post.

Civilization's
dying words
uploaded
to servers
soon to vanish.

One of these
will truly be
the Last Post,
the greatest-valued
timestamp,
no others to follow.

Lol, lmao

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