If this, its literal
Echoes that personal
Once succumbed to, for sulky fits
Then indeed should I pray!
Whilst not underrating
When a child, which state in!
Through each toy, broke and throwing
Game, lost running away.
Know my intentions
When i lose
Feel my emotions
I watch as the fire erupts quick
Such flames never amiss
As the smoke rises
And the people try to stop it
As it consumes
I hold you dearly
Just as the fog becomes endearing
I feel my lungs shutting down slowly
As your breath seems shallow and holy
When i fail
Know i wanted to help you
When i lose
I wanted what's best for you
When i’m gone
This path seems implosive
As i know
As you know I’m closed in
Tighter in my arms i hold you
As you look out at the world consumed
There's clear fear in your mind now
But i am here as everything slows down
As your head falls on my shoulder
And you whisper the words that crush like boulders
My love, i thought we grow older
When i fail
Know that i loved you
When i lose
Hear my heart beating true
When we’re gone
As the fire grows too
As you know
As i know our time is through
Funny, what the end could mean,
when it only ushers memories of days beginning
Trick and treats, it trickled;
the goods we laughed and jiggled,
and the bads we travailed, and pickle.
Our little world was rocked with its ‘ends’,
Mama’s sabbath rice treat to spirit that never bends;
over a steaming rite, lows made aright.
Please, world, while you end, right!,
build a wall round my memories’ site.
Always remember to pack the essentials,
Bat, Bottle, Bag, Boots,
Cut down anyone who tries to get in the way,
Don't look them in the eye, it only makes it harder,
Enemy, everyone is the enemy, yes, even them,
Find what you can, anything, you'll need it later,
Get up, you don't have time to rest, not yet,
How have you survived this long?
Imagine a better world, running water, safety,
Jokes are the only thing keeping you going,
Kill or be killed, even when its all over,
Like an animal, lose yourself in the fray,
Most of them aren't even people anymore,
Notice how they don't look you in the eye,
Only you are left, Only you can rescue them,
Persevere, soon it'll all be back to normal.
Quick, you have to run, to escape,
Run, run, doesn't matter to where or why,
Stop and you are dead, run, run,
Today is the day, its all over, you can't escape-
Unless you remember the ABCs,
Very good, recall everything I've taught you,
When the end finally comes and its all over,
Xenial little thing you are, listening to me.
You will be safe from the onslaught,
Zealot of the new world order.
Snapshots of teenage melodrama:
not having the sense to stay out of the rain,
the latest hits broadcast over the cafeteria speakers,
a night out, with boisterous boys and giggling girls in cars,
first heartbreak. It seems like the end of the world - silly, isn't it?
The end of the world? Lights out? I'm on board.
Walking alone at night, taunted by shouting boys and giggling girls, "freak" -
stood up, by an empty cafeteria, "you're gonna wish, you wasn't born at all",
standing alone, under the driving rain, unable to find a reason to live or move –
pictures of Hell, found at fifteen.
The velvety red curtains lift
The sun is the first player out
“I quit” the words bounce loudly across the room
Darkness ensues in this ancient theatre
The last place there is
We sit watching the plot unfold
Tall buildings kneel outside
Fires hiss and growl
But we safe here inside someone’s imagination
It’s the end of the world, babe
Since the second of May this year
Nothing can save us, maybe
A miracle, but it’s unclear
As it always happens with miracles
They get lost on the next day
Which appears to be satirical
But a few can see it this way
It’s the end of the world, now
It starts from this very date
Write a letter to me somehow
To read your thoughts would be great
You must see it better than me
I’m just sitting within four walls
Drinking music and jasmine tea
Having fun till the gate unfolds
An unbearable light will flush us
And the darkness will gulp the splinters
And so many more years will pass
When the summer will change to winter.
Two cats saw the end of the world.
Both felt its pain—
They hid in alleys,
Keeping the shadows at bay,
But the visions that haunted them,
Still remained.
Both found homes,
Comforting and fulfilling—
Yet both dealt with the end of the world—
So differently.
One saw it as a reminder of death.
All would shrivel,
Nothing would remain,
Everything would be replaced by pain.
The other,
Saw it as a reminder of life.
All the hunger and strife,
All the beauty and light,
Swirl together until neither one is right.
Two cats saw the end of the world—
One passed it by,
The other felt as if she had already died.
In twilight's grasp, the world meets its demise,
Oh, Christian soul, who claims the sacred name,
Within God's church, where fervent spirits rise,
Contemplate now, the end, a burning flame.
What if it was the end, the final call,
Would jests and levity your stance define?
Regret, a haunting echo, would enthrall,
As time, a gift, was squandered, not divine.
The freedom granted in the fleeting hours,
Yet, dedicated not to Heaven's plea,
The call to be a savior in your bowers,
Neglected, as a futile, vain decree.
Oh, heed this warning, ears that bear the weight,
Prepare thy soul, for God's impending fate.
What if it was the end, a solemn plea,
To face the judgment of eternity
What will you say?
Where will it end?
When will it end?
Or will it only get worse?
It’s the twenty-first century curse.
Some say we’ve had it too easy
Become too complaisant
The thought makes me queasy
How did we not know?
Were we all so blind?
So thoroughly aligned
Our thoughts combined
In one voice
A voice increasingly weak
Victims of doublespeak
But is it too late?
Must we merely accept our fate?
Lord, give us a voice
For now we must make a choice
Will we be sheep?
Awake though asleep
Only time and action will tell
Can we still save ourselves
From this living hell?
First we must open our eyes
Close our ears to the lies
Only then, if we’re wise
Can we save our own lives
the end of the world
if it was the end
where would you be
can i make you happy
give more minutes
you and me
breathe
cry through it
i was and
you were
happy
the end of the world
"The end is near," the short-wave said.
"Before midnight, all will be dead."
I aim to leave my baggage here.
For my warted nose should I fear?
April fifteen and taxes due
Can I afford to be so lax
As to ignore my yearly tax?
Pinch me, pinch me, I hope ‘tis true.
Will my love share claret and cheese
Before God winnows wheat from chaff?
With a glass of wine can we laugh
Watching thundering grim gray seas
Cast wild waves on our forlorn shore
Until the devil gets his due?
Or will we stand in line as two
To learn sheep or goat is our score?
Eternal gates are drawing near,
Ajar, for us to wail or cheer.
2005
Suppose the world might come to an end tonight
The earth, as we know it, heaving a last gasping sigh,
Whether by divine providence, or some fool’s delight,
We have no way of knowing when the time is nigh.
The earth, as we know it, heaving a last gasping sigh,
Its moon turning to blood and its oceans seething
We have no way of knowing when the time is nigh,
We don’t know the second we will stop breathing.
Its moon turning to blood and its oceans seething,
Burning as though the sun has exploded in a fury,
We don’t know the second we will stop breathing
So, we continue through life as though in a hurry.
Burning as though the sun has exploded in a fury
Some have prophesied the earth will be so fated
So we continue through life as though in a hurry,
Somehow believing when it’s over, we’ll be elated.
Some have prophesied the earth will be so fated,
Whether by divine providence or some fool’s delight,
Somehow believing when it’s over, we’ll be elated
Suppose the world might come to an end tonight.
March 15, 2022
Call him the son of the devil
To wear the mask of a rebel
A star to rise above the rest
One day to arise as the best
The man of sin and his level
Call him the son of the devil
A fallen angel clips its wings
For a lusting of bitter things
The falling away can't be far
By a sign of the Morningstar
Call him the son of the devil
To dig a grave with a shovel
On everybody's passing bell
Just be ready to burn in hell
As he arrives they'll tremble
Call him the son of the devil
The depraved will dig a hole in the ground
As under the crust's of hell they are bound
The Wrath of God will hold them to the fire
Behold the time of the False Christ's desire
The falling away should come and is near
The time to forget hope and learn to fear
Now the devil opens and spreads his wings
For the end time has come for bitter things
So does the wicked mourn a passing bell
Surely their fate lies in the depths of hell
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