Ding ding ding
My alarm rings
Reminding me of the start of a new day
Is something wrong with the clock?
I wonder out loud.
Ask me why
Darkness and cloud everywhere
I checked again
It's 7'0 clock in the morning
Though it looks an hour late
The time is changing
Fire is raging
Waves are crushing
Colours are fading
The last time is nearing
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In the last days
PoetryA poetic story of a brooding youth over the disarray of the world and it's persistence not to change. It shows that for all these to be happening(destruction) we're apparently in the last days. Therefore,prepare thee yourself for the ultimate APOCA...
