There will be an assurance
When there will be nothing left of this beautiful sky
The earth will end in fire
And the trail of death will be no lier.
Your first instinct will be to hide
Or duck for shade to find cover
But they will be watching us
Lingering and staying close.
People will believe that it's global warming
Or maybe even the wrath of Gods,
But both sides are wrong
Because it will be a set fire that I will come to pass.
The world is a mess you see,
And is in sure need of a reset
My friends and I have the best of plans
That Hell would have no reservation to collect
Don't be scared little brother
You and I won't have to go.
The two of us will remain
To populate this new world
With our children
And our children alone.
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
PoesíaThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
