Apocalyptic

Meanwhile, whether the enders, or our contemporaries, are approaching, are approaching the end of time, or a new era. I thought, and decided not to limit myself to December. For every month (in order not to make a mistake), he predicted some muck.
Ahead - a lot of work. In the year 360 with a liner day ...

In January
We will weld the remains.

In February
Happiness was stolen.

In March
You won’t find no matter how rumble.

In April
They ate all the monsters.

In May
The seventh seal was removed.

In June
All in vain.

And in July
Estonete in its own pot.

In August
Everything will be empty.

In September
They are no longer looking for rhymes.

In October
unsuccessful reactivation attempts.

In November
Everything is the same, only gets colder.

In December
Will we see?

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