The End is Nigh

We’re

undone,

it’s begun.

The end is nigh

and there’s nowhere to run

or hide; we’re all going to die.

Chaos, madness as we stare at the sky,

stood asking why, wondering how it will occur.

Nerves stretched as nothing happens, time slips by.

Midnight strikes, we release a sigh,

once more we’ll see the sun.

So scared to die,

our lives spun

in one

blur.

 

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