The valleys will be licked by flames
As the toils of man are made lame
While evil will rise from the mud
The moon will be covered in bloodAs it was foretold it shalt be
The fears of old become reality
My eyes will burn with smoke from the fire
Death shall play a final tune on his lyreIt has begun to make itself clear
The end of the world is finally here
Generations have wondered if they'd be the last
But now the time for wondering has passedThe end of the world is here
But I'm not afraid
The world might be gripped by fear
And life is waylaid
I promise to shed no tears
In the midst of all this fear
Because I know the world was meant to end this way
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Unrequited Love for No One in Particular
PoetryI'm in love with no one, but with that emptiness comes freedom for my heart to wander along with my mind.