The End of the World
Explosions ring through my numb head,
Dust is crawling through the air,
My brain is but a chunk of lead,
Inside me builds a scream of terror.
The trees are eaten by azure flames,
Houses hurled by a fierce wind,
People scream their lover's names,
People scream pleas to forgive their sin.
The salt of the ocean becomes an acid,
The sun swallowed by a blur of black,
Nothing of this moment is at all placid,
With splinters of dust clawing at my back.
The sound all dies as I kneel,
Darkness eating up the ground,
A sudden blast of heat is the cold I feel,
And I know it is with death I'm bound
Littered bodies cough and die,
As the world is overcome with silence,
The corpses do not free a cry,
We've been repaid for our defiance.
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