Arc Above An Ark

The good thing about the end of the world is, For some, it never even began. A world filled with hate, suffering and lies And every kind of self serving alibi I start back over so many times i forget it hurts. This world is a lonely graveyard with darkening hearts It strikes heartless and hard. Days of thunder is like an arc above an ark. The world is at its doomsteps it elevated to itself Just another step in stonestep preps Something to carve their name into, thinking it will fulfill them Its just a wasted shot with a wasted breathe But though the darkness descends, The dawn must recommence once again.