End of Days
What is this world coming to be
The leaves are falling off the trees
The sky is starting to fall
Big pieces of rock fall into my hall
This world is falling apart
Like someone stuck a pick axe into its heart
Oceans are becoming dry
The birds are not in the sky
This place is not alive
The earth will no longer thrive
The end of days is near
It all starts right here
The world is almost done
We can no longer have fun
Copyright © Marc Mullins | Year Posted 2010
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