End Of The World

End Of The World

 

The end of the world is on its way. 

We've no time for games, no time to play.

 

I've got your back, I know of a good shack.

 

So how 'bout it?

 

Yes, the end is all too near.

The angels sing, can you hear? 

Or is the melody muffled by your fear?

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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