Apocalypse - Poem by Robert Beksinski
History is refined.
Beauty is denied.
Tragedies are remembered.
Works of art are dismembered.
Mankind’s greatest accomplishment.
Is no accomplishment.
Only to exist.
When this world is empty.
Peace will be plenty.
Nature will take over again.
The earth will begin again.
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