Daily Prompt: Pillage

An apocalyptical post political amusement

What I love about pillage
How it rhymes with village,
When we plunder and destroy
All your happiness and joy,
In the end it doesn’t matter
We barbarians tend to scatter,
When the winter comes
Some of us freeze,
And Godzilla dies of heart disease.

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