In twilight's grasp, our hero strides,
A world in chaos, where hope subsides.
Arms elongated, a spectral sight,
Reaching for a mug in fading light.

Aromas linger, a final plea,
Brewed coffee, a relic, a memory.
Limbs stretched in Berkeyesque array,
Steam swirls, a dance in the doomsday.

Sipping from the cup, a last refrain,
Ground trembles, an end to the mundane.
Dawn's hues tainted, a somber art,
In John Berkey's style, a world falls apart.

Clink of the mug, a dirge profound,
Kitchen transformed on this battleground.
Hero's last act, a tragic score,
A coffeedrinking ode in apocalypse' lore.

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