Fire fire in the sky burned so bright burned so high how was I to know it was the end of time.
Meteor predicted on its way flashed incandescent as it made its way, shattering into a million fragments atmosphere burning fires starting nuclear winter envious of its power.
A lone figure on a hill never knew such loneliness as this, took your hand and one last kiss.
The meteor bright brought the end of time rendering all of our fears, petty jealousies brutalities and stress our issues our loves irrelevant.
If I had known this before freedom wouldn't have been that painted she-male ***** seductively calling to me for more - but could have been a moment before that meteor made its call.
The fires have melted the stars have been renewed the planet continues its spinning around the sun the deepest ocean fishes continue evolution's marching orders while a cell phone alarm flips on and the icon shows "no signal" while beneath the rubble a malfunctioning relay finally finds that call made hours ago and the phone rings and rings beneath the ashen snow until the last silence no one is home.
Mother Earth finally restored to its silence once again.