as the blazes from the heavens descend
a golden sunset shall take its place
a silver lining shall tell the end
of the memories of our passing days.



the world in fiery breaths will end
to god you could give the final praise
but for the very last rule we bend
i ask your love for a final taste.






and the earth shatters before our eyes
i will write my final piece
for if burnt papers have after-lives
in heaven, with you, this poem we shall finish.