The End is near.
War , riots , and pain.
The world around us, is changing.
Changing in the wrong path, as we continue.
The Grounds rumbling furiously,
The wind swirling around us out of control.
Men, woman , and children fighting,
tooth and nail.
Out of control, no one is safe.
Protectors turning against us, beating , and tutoring.
The end is near.
Cries , and pleas are swept away from
the ears of the protectors.
Screams and blood follows in the paths,
of the one's we love.
Why must we suffer?
In pain and agony?
Is it already too late to change our ways?
Well the end come sooner then we think?
The end.
The end is near.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
The End is near.
War , riots , and pain.
The world around us, is changing.
Changing in the wrong path, as we continue.
The Grounds rumbling furiously,
The wind swirling around us out of control.
Men, woman , and children fighting,
tooth and nail.
Out of control, no one is safe.
Protectors turning against us, beating , and tutoring.
The end is near.
Cries , and pleas are swept away from
the ears of the protectors.
Screams and blood follows in the paths,
of the one's we love.
Why must we suffer?
In pain and agony?
Is it already too late to change our ways?
Well the end come sooner then we think?
The end.
The end is near.
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