The world spins Yet I remain still Not by my choice More like God's will Not quite sure If I fit the bill The world is theirs I am but here And this future Still is unclear And for this fate I do fear But in this place I am alone Slowly realizing How we've grown Being left On our own The room gets dark Like a silent cell Knowing that All is not well Rotting away In a mortal hell All is lost Here in the mind And fate is what We'll leave behind For the others To find But as for the ruins That we have made By our powers They are forbade To all of those Who have stayed And so we watch With wondering eyes To await Their surprise And wait As our world dies.
Reason for writing:
This is a look at the end of the world from the eyes of those who do not have to suffer through it.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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