Apocalypse

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My world is ending,
A nightmare unfolding,
The ground, trembling with a tremor within.
A gaping hole
big enough to
swallow me whole
opening in front of me.
The sky is trembling
with the rage
of the divine
Thunder resounding around.
Panic blooms,
Darkness looms,
As I hold on to my dreary lot.
But my legs shake,
my balance fails,
and I feel myself crumbling.
Tears burn my eyes
I swallow my cries
Holding on to that shaft of light.
Though dim and daunting
and slightly haunting,
one step closer to it I move.
With my horrors, my pride
my sadness, my joy
All burning inside of me.

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