Futurama

The End

Poem by WhereYaMonkeyz

The world crumbled like sand in a childs hands.
The world stood not a chance against such a retched beast.
Hell broke lose on that day, and we fell but a few stayed to fight.
How they tryed, but alas humanities hope was lost.
that fatal blow, they didn't expect.
the beast stood on a ruin of a once mighty sky scraper.
The sun rised from the ruins and shone upon the beast.
The monster named Sandy... Sandy Grushow.

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