This is the end we've awaited for.
Or so said those of the holy word.
Once and twice with an arrow and bow,
As well as a horn ready to blow off those words we've been waiting for.
Watching from above.
Wasn't this what we've been waiting for?
A strong end to this life we've been fixing for so long.
An Earth that's crumbled for so much,
Only to receive a life full of hate and spit.
This is the end.
The end that ends all.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
