Death rolls onto his side,
then flips like a pancake
Pulls the pillow over
his head and shouts,
"Fuck it that's enough,
someone pass me my scythe.
It's 6.30 in the morning!
What makes them think
this is a reasonable time
to be outside shouting
and rolling bins arounds"
War was already in the window,
guns drawn.
"I know,
every friday at the crack of dawn.
This lot are definitely on my apocalypse list"
"Your what?"
"My apocalypse list,
it's all the people
I'm going to remove first."
"I need a drink I'm dying of thirst,
Whose idea was it to have that last drink.
I can hear myself think. Which is not a good thing.
My head is pounding, rumbling and shouting."
Famine said, then regretted the sounds she made.
"My apocalypse list has all of those people
that walk too slowly, then stop in the middle
of the path, bastards."
Conquest interrupted.
Death looked quizzical,
"Hmm I'm not sure we actually
get any say in that matter,
something about marks of beasts,
I stopped reading at that point.
Thought I'd have plenty of time to study,
so, no need to hurry.
Supposedly we will know
when the time is here"
"Woof" said Dog.
Translated
"Let me at them,
I'll tear them
limb from limb,
Then ill tear their limbs into little shreds,
and bury them beside the garden shed"
"Meow" Daisy replied
"Errm... I thought you were
supposed to be the good guy?"
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