because i know if people find out what this poem means
they will completely understand my point of view
and it will be too late anyways
lol (sorry for being a bit dark)
the end is coming
i can smell the stench
its creeping behind us
it wont take a rest
but what is ending?
that you ask
im not entirely sure
but its coming up fast
ill let everyone know
once i do find out
the sky isnt falling
no fire or drought
ah.. now i do know
but sorry i cannot say
what this disaster
that is coming someday
i can tell you this
it was so pure and so strong
long ago of course
somewhere we all belong
it isnt something physical
not objects or things
more like a bond
between living beings
it used to be magnificent
and something so great
but now i can see
thet inevitable fate
so just relax
dont try running
you wont even know
when the end is coming
copyright: this = mine
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