In ice or in fire,
Will the world end.
Of this debate I tire,
A two faced argument.
The seas will swallow,
What's left of us.
None shall wallow,
Until that dusk.
Of that I'm certain,
In this world fragile,
For it ends for every man,
Someday, some time.
Not at once, not with a bang,
Not with glory, no reason nor rhyme.
Maybe an idiot, maybe a cough,
Maybe, old age and wine.
But the world will end, as it always has,
And one day, even the last of us shall pass.
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
