Batty Verses for a Post-Apocalyptic World

The world’s gone mad, ain't no argument about it. Cities are turned to dust and the sun bakes down on us all. But even in this wreckage, there’s still a little bit of life. We find it in the little things: a working canteen, a scrap of material for patching up our hideout, or maybe just a clear night sky. And sometimes, we find it in the poetry

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