Running Into the End of Time
Running from the end of time
just me, my thoughts, my voice and I
now turn, in paralysis, by fear
to see whats under that dark figure
what I saw, Words can never define
I stood there wided eyed, jaw dropped
in awe at the end of time
just as the sudden, terminal sun
dying from the same cancer in everyone
the great lord, so sick of his design
now comes in full vengence into the
end of time...
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Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
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