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A poem about the apocalypse. |
The end is nigh, the end is here The apocalypse, it draws so near The world is dark, the skies are red The ground is shaking, the earth is dead The air is thick, with smoke and ash The sun is gone, the light is flash The seas have risen, the land is drowned The screams of millions, the only sound The buildings crumble, the cities fall The people scatter, the world appall The creatures of darkness, they roam the night The ones who remain, they pray for light The dead walk the earth, the living fear The end of all things, it is so clear The wars are over, the battles won The only thing left, is the setting sun The sky is black, the stars are gone The moon is shattered, the night is long The winds are howling, the storms rage on The only hope left, is to carry on The fires burn, the flames are high The end of the world, is drawing nigh The demons come, from the deepest pits The end of all things, is where it fits The rivers run red, with blood and gore The end of the world, is forevermore The ground is barren, the trees are dead The end of the world, is what we dread The skies are empty, the birds are gone The end of the world, is what we’ve done The world is ending, the time is near The end of all things, it’s what we fear The sun comes up, the day begins The end of the world, is what it spins The world is dying, the end is here The end of all things, it’s what we fear The world is gone, the end is near The end of all things, it’s what we hear The world is ending, the time is nigh The end of all things, it’s what we try The end of all things, it’s what we see The end of all things, it’s what we’ll be The end of all things, it’s what we’ll know The end of all things, it’s where we’ll go The end of all things, it’s what we’ve done The end of all things, there’s nowhere to run The end of all things, it’s what we’ll face The end of all things, we’ll be erased. |