To those who wait for the rapture to sing,
I ask, are we not here, do you not think.
To those waiting for the fires to descend,
I say, it's in you and me, my friend.
For those that wait for the ice and frost,
I see not giants, just giant walls.
Where is your apocalypse my friend,
Where is the end?
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Often confusing
PuisiSecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
