Irregular Apocalypse

Here’s a pulchritudinous poem about the aesthetic apocalypse. Enjoy, all you “beautiful monsters” out there!

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It started with one

A single caterpillar was infected

With beauty

It grew like normal

And transformed like normal

And became a butterfly.

 

This butterfly was pulchritudinous, as usual,

But when it came to mating,

It laid thrice as many eggs.

 

Caterpillars turned butterflies-

Leaves being demolished by ugly little insects

Turning into beautiful monsters

Flying throughout the sky.

 

The skies were made of wings,

The ground covered in dead grass

Due to the aesthetic apocalypse.

 

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Just some guy trying to figure out where the "on" switch is hid on the remote control—ah, forget it. Because, you know what, I'm also the kinda guy who always likes the book waaay more than the movie! View all posts by Lorem Ipsum

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