Look upon the hour glass,
And watch the sand slowly fall.
Century seemed, but minutes pass,
Til an enternity of damnation for us all.
Fires ablazing, screaming cut short.
Once fearful leaders,
Now afraid to retort.
No water, just flame
They thought it was just a game.
And now, the enternal darkness spreads on the land
Making short work of our once creative demands.
It had always been foretold,
But no-body listened to the wise and old.
And now we, the last generation must pay.
Now we can only home and pray.
M.















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