The first nonet I wrote, forgetting it was syllables and not words.
There will never be another summer like this one.
A world on the precipice of collapsing, only
To be saved by a child Antichrist.
Remarkable isn’t it? How the humans
Manage to keep going, even
In the darkest hours?
They rise again
Living, laughing
Loving.
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