Pitch darkness,
we're meant to see.
The end of it all,
for you and me.
They whispered,
they shouted.
The snickered,
they pouted.
Chaotic, and scary,
in fear they declared.
Gone is electric,
Oh such a despair.
Goodbye to their love ones,
daughters and sons.
Goodbye little children,
whose life haven't begun.
But wait just a minute,
just give me some time.
The world can't just end yet,
especially not mine.
So look at your calendars,
and look at your phones.
The 21st has past,
and I'm still at home.
Typing this poem,
so you can all see.
'2.0.1.2',
is just a movie.
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