OUR LAST CHRISTMAS
The front door was now open to ruins
Never have i seen a winter wonderland riddled with such destruction
The Oder that filled the sky was the foul mix of death, sickness, and fear.
The screams were those of pleading souls and that of an unimaginable creature once known as a man.
The things I considered neighbors and friends, yesterday, now soulless, ignorant, black pits of murderous minds.
The eve of Christmas a mere twenty-four hours passed, now was broke into a day of Christ slathered in decaying flesh and blood.
My doorway was seeping the last smells of Christmas that seemed to exist.
The warm scent of peppermint, pine needles, and what now looked possibly like our last supper.
The bolt slammed shut, for now the outside world was miles away.
I now stood with unwanted knowledge of our fate, inevitable endings for each of us.
I raise my voice in with happy song, pushing horrific thoughts to the back.
Let us enjoy this moment.
Let us keep the door closed to ruins.
Let us forget our soon to come end.
Our last Christmas.
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