Apocalypse
The last day of humanity is here,
Now to one everything is dear,
But alas, it’s far too late,
So be prepared to meet your fate.
None value life more than
The ones who are about to shake the hand
Of the reaper, who’s going to make the deal;
Too late for atonement, there is no last meal.
Then the earth suddenly starts to shatter,
Flames will rise, and the winds will batter,
The sky will fill with ashes so dark,
And everything will freeze, even one’s heart.
Chaos will roam the planet,
Caring and love replaced by greed and hatred,
Then the world will stop… A silent scream,
Before suddenly nothing… Gone like a dream.
Copyright © Thomas Kovacs | Year Posted 2006
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