The Earth will crumble from its crust,
As the remains settle, and turn to dust.
The oceans will fall and meet the sky,
As a mother's weeps turn from moans, to cries.
Flames engulf their angelic symphony,
As embers of hope become whispers of hypocrisy.
Hope takes flight into the gleam'd, ashen sky,
Taking one final breath,
It coughs, and says goodbye.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 11:26 AM UTC
The Earth will crumble from its crust,
As the remains settle, and turn to dust.
The oceans will fall and meet the sky,
As a mother's weeps turn from moans, to cries.
Flames engulf their angelic symphony,
As embers of hope become whispers of hypocrisy.
Hope takes flight into the gleam'd, ashen sky,
Taking one final breath,
It coughs, and says goodbye.
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