Tonight
Silence is the only preacher
And fear is the mask of peace
In a life full of uncertainties
We struggle to grasp
The only thing that's certain
In denial of acceptance
Of the only thing that's certain
The crowds will wear their masks
On the last night we'll ever know
On the night of the world's end
No dawn shall come
Not to foe not to friend
Only the silence of expectation
Of the only thing thats truly certain
That it all ends tonight
On the night of the world's end
Time will be all but spent
Eternal it will feel
Yet for us so finite it is
And though no clock will be left
For all else time goes on
Tonight
Religions fail to quarrel
For all their disagreements
Over who goes where
And where we go after
They can all agree that
In the end
Silence is their preacher
As many wear their masks
On the night that it all ends
When the time comes
I'll seek for you at dusk
Because in your hands
Time has no relevance
Fear has no place
As we face the last night
With the peace of a naked face
Certain of the only thing that's certain
And certain of ourselves
At the end of all things
On the night that the world ends
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The Night of the World's End
PoetryA short apocalyptic piece; a quick read wihout much of a plot. Not sure where I was going with it, just something I wrote on a stormy night.
