Some say the world will end in fire,
Some would say in ice.
But from what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate,
To say that for destruction, ice is also great,
And would suffice.
But now I see how blind we all can be,
How much we miss the obvious,
Especially me.
For the World doesn't end in fire nor ice,
Instead something a lot less nice;
It ends in an oblivion of suffering,
A fatal one,
In which we all are living in.
-holly boyd
The first stanza is Robert Frost's poem 'Fire and Ice' and the second stanza is an extension written by me (so no plagiarism) x
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