Timeless prophecies stand below the ruins, Ancient temples never before rose so high. Tears roll down on children's cheeks, asking me Why? The heart to watch them, I have not. The answer to their question I will never know. Although, although . . . I see an angel embrace the darkness of the mundane world. Why hath thou defied me? - I hear the words, and only whisper M'Lord... Spare me from thy wrath... The end cometh!, and flames engorge within the souls of men, Kill, murder, and destroy You would. And now, You truly can. For the end is near, And You, today, will forever loose all You ever held dear!
Reason for writing:
This poem was written by a sudden wave of inspiration
prompted by absolutely nothing at all.
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