Apocolypse

by Tarikins   Nov 12, 2004


The ground quakes violently under our feet
Ice falls down to the ground in sharp edged sheets
Buildings torn apart by swirling wind
All around mayhem will be all you find
The world is coming to its final day
You cannot hide your end will come your way
It is the end of the living
And the beginning of the dead

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  • 20 years ago

    by Andrea

    short but very dark and powerful