My time has come

to proclaim the end of world,

the Gods are rotting dead,

the love of angels sold

 

Of paper our souls are built,

our hearts are frozen, still,

and beneath the holy grin

there’s nothing but concrete

 

Spiders, bugs and birds

no longer crawl and fly.

Escape? Just wave goodbye,

soon all are gonna die

 

The wind will bring destruction,

waves of broken promises and hopes

will crush and bury what is left

beneath the sky of lies and wintry days

 

I see not hope

its taste has been forgotten

I dream not

its touch has been abandoned

I feel not

the hour is too late.

 

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