#endoftheworld - Hello Poetry

When you think your world is ending You're being reborn As a survivor of the life you lost.

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Mar 18

Mar 18, 2026 at 2:54 AM UTC

Songbird0926

Rise Up

When you think your world is ending You're being reborn As a survivor of the life you lost.

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I find myself wishing the world would end, Because I would be free of the future, My tall shadow would be my only friend. All this pain would just be an overture, Survival drowns out my current torture. I would be rebuilt in the aftermath, The apocalypse would be the suture For my broken heart, it would be a bath, Washing away all my pain, hurt, and wrath. Too hungry to hunger, too thirsty to thirst, No obstacles of the mind in my path, I’d be my best, while the world’s at its worst. I’d be free to express all my self-worth; I’ll be free at last, when there’s Hell on Earth

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Jan 7

Jan 7, 2026 at 12:30 PM UTC

Wolfnation4800

Hell on Earth

I find myself wishing the world would end, Because I would be free of the future, My tall shadow would be my only friend. All this pain would just be an overture, Survival drowns out my current torture. I would be rebuilt in the aftermath, The apocalypse would be the suture For my broken heart, it would be a bath, Washing away all my pain, hurt, and wrath. Too hungry to hunger, too thirsty to thirst, No obstacles of the mind in my path, I’d be my best, while the world’s at its worst. I’d be free to express all my self-worth; I’ll be free at last, when there’s Hell on Earth

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Six people board a train going to the end of the world. The moon shines through the train windows, casting squares of light onto the floor. One of the people is a carpenter. His fingers long for the touch of his wood, although he has not found any pleasure in working the fibers for years. He shifts uncomfortably in his boots. He never wanted it to turn out this way. He always was told he would make a difference by his mother, that he would be a surgeon, or a scientist, or the president. Yet here he was, a starving artist, barely getting by. A lifeless drunk, stumbling around his one-bedroom apartment like his father. Oh, how he despised his resemblance to his father, that horrid old man. He no longer saw himself as anything but a clone of the dreadful man he called his father. The end of the world seemed like a place fit for such a useless man such as himself. And the train went on.

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Jan 4

Jan 4, 2026 at 6:53 PM UTC

EviePoems

end of world (EXCERPT)

Six people board a train going to the end of the world. The moon shines through the train windows, casting squares of light onto the floor. One of the people is a carpenter. His fingers long for the touch of his wood, although he has not found any pleasure in working the fibers for years. He shifts uncomfortably in his boots. He never wanted it to turn out this way. He always was told he would make a difference by his mother, that he would be a surgeon, or a scientist, or the president. Yet here he was, a starving artist, barely getting by. A lifeless drunk, stumbling around his one-bedroom apartment like his father. Oh, how he despised his resemblance to his father, that horrid old man. He no longer saw himself as anything but a clone of the dreadful man he called his father. The end of the world seemed like a place fit for such a useless man such as himself. And the train went on.

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The roses on the windowsill lowered down their heads Reaching for the fading sun, oblivious that the world was nothing left Silence seemed stitched into dawn, as if hidden in its seams Even the once loud birdsong hushed into the slightest sigh of breath The clock hands trembled, reluctant to admit their final turn But alas, the grandfather clock that stood at the start of time Watched as it became the bomb it knew the world deserved The streets lay empty, only echoing with the memory of footsteps Windows stared hollow-eyed, the flickering light that once danced within became a ghost The reaper wandered mindlessly, as humankind paid off its debt The hours bled away, each one a nail upon the coffin’s lid Four tolls remained, their echoes trembling through the marrow of the earth And when the last struck hollow, only a single tear of the god sounded And at last, darkness crept again until the god once again called for birth

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Dec 11, 2025

Dec 11, 2025 at 2:59 PM UTC

Skloofen

The End in Four Hours

The roses on the windowsill lowered down their heads Reaching for the fading sun, oblivious that the world was nothing left Silence seemed stitched into dawn, as if hidden in its seams Even the once loud birdsong hushed into the slightest sigh of breath The clock hands trembled, reluctant to admit their final turn But alas, the grandfather clock that stood at the start of time Watched as it became the bomb it knew the world deserved The streets lay empty, only echoing with the memory of footsteps Windows stared hollow-eyed, the flickering light that once danced within became a ghost The reaper wandered mindlessly, as humankind paid off its debt The hours bled away, each one a nail upon the coffin’s lid Four tolls remained, their echoes trembling through the marrow of the earth And when the last struck hollow, only a single tear of the god sounded And at last, darkness crept again until the god once again called for birth

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No heroes at the end of the world— the true victors of war are the ones who never marched into its jaws. As we cut ourselves open, bleeding for vampires dressed in flags, and their banquet halls lit by the glow of decay. Peasants pluck strings to soften the silence, headlines stir the *** with trembling hands— there's a choir of parasites spoon-feeding us the intestines of the public. Tell me—are you able to stomach it, or do you swallow it whole and call it real news? And still, the feast grows— tapeworms engorge themselves, while the gorge between heart and soul splits wider, and wider with every swallowed promise. The architecture of ruin rises brick by brick, each monument another tomb. Love, too, becomes another empire of hunger: crowns pressed down like executioner’s blades, and those jewels that cut deeper than they shine. To call someone King or Queen is to chain yourself to their downfall, to wear loyalty like shackles, and to find devotion rotting beneath their gold. But here, at the end, there is only silence, there is only dust, only the hollow crown— and no heroes at the end of the world.

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Aug 29, 2025

Aug 29, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

No Heroes at the End

No heroes at the end of the world— the true victors of war are the ones who never marched into its jaws. As we cut ourselves open, bleeding for vampires dressed in flags, and their banquet halls lit by the glow of decay. Peasants pluck strings to soften the silence, headlines stir the *** with trembling hands— there's a choir of parasites spoon-feeding us the intestines of the public. Tell me—are you able to stomach it, or do you swallow it whole and call it real news? And still, the feast grows— tapeworms engorge themselves, while the gorge between heart and soul splits wider, and wider with every swallowed promise. The architecture of ruin rises brick by brick, each monument another tomb. Love, too, becomes another empire of hunger: crowns pressed down like executioner’s blades, and those jewels that cut deeper than they shine. To call someone King or Queen is to chain yourself to their downfall, to wear loyalty like shackles, and to find devotion rotting beneath their gold. But here, at the end, there is only silence, there is only dust, only the hollow crown— and no heroes at the end of the world.

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I set the table before dawn; the woodgrain clothed in white linen, adorned with embroidered daisies stitched in hope, fraying around the edges, six chairs lay in wait, none of them needed. The wind RSVP'd weeks ago, she brought ash instead of sugar, while the silence stirred itself. The roses arrived, already wilted. I placed them anyway, in the vase my great grandmother used for holy water and secrets. The cups are chipped, the silver lining of the rims rubbed away, but they remember the hands that held them, once. I pour tea, lukewarm, for ghosts who do not thank me, only mirror the steam, their cries echoing in weighted air. The sky cleaves beyond these hedgerows, a throat that has swallowed thunder it cannot hold. Still, I pass the cream, to no one, savoring the semblance of civility, drinking down decorum, a peace offering to those who do not deserve not even a lump of compassion, nor a second thought. I raise the fractured bone vessel, "Drink", I spit to the air, "a toast to the burning and the stoking of fires that you just couldn't keep from feeding". The kettle screams. The world tilts, cracks, crumbles, the crumbs unable to be swept from the table, clinging to edges of lace napkins, impossible to fold away. Pinkies out, I face the heat, with a fascinator veiling the curl of a smirk that knows it won't taste victory, just finality, steeped in bitter black.

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May 29, 2025

May 29, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC

EllieHoovs

Tea Party

I set the table before dawn; the woodgrain clothed in white linen, adorned with embroidered daisies stitched in hope, fraying around the edges, six chairs lay in wait, none of them needed. The wind RSVP'd weeks ago, she brought ash instead of sugar, while the silence stirred itself. The roses arrived, already wilted. I placed them anyway, in the vase my great grandmother used for holy water and secrets. The cups are chipped, the silver lining of the rims rubbed away, but they remember the hands that held them, once. I pour tea, lukewarm, for ghosts who do not thank me, only mirror the steam, their cries echoing in weighted air. The sky cleaves beyond these hedgerows, a throat that has swallowed thunder it cannot hold. Still, I pass the cream, to no one, savoring the semblance of civility, drinking down decorum, a peace offering to those who do not deserve not even a lump of compassion, nor a second thought. I raise the fractured bone vessel, "Drink", I spit to the air, "a toast to the burning and the stoking of fires that you just couldn't keep from feeding". The kettle screams. The world tilts, cracks, crumbles, the crumbs unable to be swept from the table, clinging to edges of lace napkins, impossible to fold away. Pinkies out, I face the heat, with a fascinator veiling the curl of a smirk that knows it won't taste victory, just finality, steeped in bitter black.

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how long can one both wish to love everyone and yet want to see the world burn at the same time? to watch it be lit ablaze, consuming, ravaging everything watching you watching you scream it pains me too, sure, but i've been waiting for this day for so long that what else is there to do but bite my own tongue to keep from laughing. at you. for all the things you've done to wrong me, obsessing furiously over your collective ideals you share with the rest of them. The Rest Of Them. i refuse to even acknowledge their names at the end of the world. i refuse to believe that somewhere, somehow, in some other world, we could've agreed. yet i want to tend to your burns and make everything okay again and solve all our problems with love, that's the way it should be but for now i'll look out at the vast field of flames too gloriously bright, and red, and orange, and blue for their own good then i'll look at you and the world will end.

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Apr 21, 2025

Apr 21, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC

thesunsetiscalling

the fire

how long can one both wish to love everyone and yet want to see the world burn at the same time? to watch it be lit ablaze, consuming, ravaging everything watching you watching you scream it pains me too, sure, but i've been waiting for this day for so long that what else is there to do but bite my own tongue to keep from laughing. at you. for all the things you've done to wrong me, obsessing furiously over your collective ideals you share with the rest of them. The Rest Of Them. i refuse to even acknowledge their names at the end of the world. i refuse to believe that somewhere, somehow, in some other world, we could've agreed. yet i want to tend to your burns and make everything okay again and solve all our problems with love, that's the way it should be but for now i'll look out at the vast field of flames too gloriously bright, and red, and orange, and blue for their own good then i'll look at you and the world will end.

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When buildings crumble & return back to dust & heads turn in disgust. Faced with lust & deeds Of mistrust. When all else fades & the stars speckle Like eons of old dust collected & swept across the sky, Time will cease to exist. While some of us ascend The staircase. Not all of us will be so fortunate In a desert of red. In any case, No matter which way you go, Wait for me. Wait for me at the floodgate Which passion percolates & The stars weep for us as we do For them. Don’t breathe without me, Just as I wouldn’t without you. Humble & unknowing I don’t know what’s to become of us But I do know, I don’t want to be without you. When buildings crumble & return back to dust When all else fades & the stars speckle Like eons of old dust collected & swept across the sky. Wait for me, No matter what happens

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Aug 10, 2021

Aug 10, 2021 at 11:16 AM UTC

kewayne-wadley

To be without you

When buildings crumble & return back to dust & heads turn in disgust. Faced with lust & deeds Of mistrust. When all else fades & the stars speckle Like eons of old dust collected & swept across the sky, Time will cease to exist. While some of us ascend The staircase. Not all of us will be so fortunate In a desert of red. In any case, No matter which way you go, Wait for me. Wait for me at the floodgate Which passion percolates & The stars weep for us as we do For them. Don’t breathe without me, Just as I wouldn’t without you. Humble & unknowing I don’t know what’s to become of us But I do know, I don’t want to be without you. When buildings crumble & return back to dust When all else fades & the stars speckle Like eons of old dust collected & swept across the sky. Wait for me, No matter what happens

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Waxing philosophical on the porch Beneath a string of neon lights The lighter blinks on as the stars keep blinking out Let's celebrate our waning nights

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Jul 25, 2021

Jul 25, 2021 at 5:41 AM UTC

Root_Head

Midnight Moonrise

Waxing philosophical on the porch Beneath a string of neon lights The lighter blinks on as the stars keep blinking out Let's celebrate our waning nights

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Shh, listen, do you hear the silence? The haunted streets full of ghosts? The screeching fall of the world of finance? We are but billions of clueless hosts

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Apr 8, 2021

Apr 8, 2021 at 7:09 AM UTC

tichozpytec

Silence

Shh, listen, do you hear the silence? The haunted streets full of ghosts? The screeching fall of the world of finance? We are but billions of clueless hosts

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Empty fields and empty minds Sounds of crickets and lights of fireflies Constellations show stories untold A perfect night at the end of the world

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Apr 7, 2021

Apr 7, 2021 at 3:12 PM UTC

tichozpytec

A perfect night at the end of the world

Empty fields and empty minds Sounds of crickets and lights of fireflies Constellations show stories untold A perfect night at the end of the world

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Workers of the Hidden Corporations Of Secret Fraternities passing on information of macabre "Death Spells & Powerful Hexes" introducing a 3 hour Tranced Chant that delivers a Dark Energy tainted with the Mark Of Death being casted upon another living individual...How Dare You evil Sorcerer's and Witches doers of Darkness conduct harm upon a Living Soul I have been dying emotionally inside... but yet being alive within my own real of simple yet complex realms of consciousness I live perplexed due to the fact a part of me believes I may be possibly possessed by an entity named Azaziel whom I have become it's host...and I have also meet and been conflicted by subjecting myself to being exposed to the unseen realm of the spirits that roam the World. I have meet Legion...Belphegor...Azaziel...Davannah... Oasis...Nathanael...Sephrael...and lastly Veldor. It may be just my schizophrenic tendencies playing games with my mind and the way my Consciousness flows and resembles the raging ocean when being invaded by a raging storm. I know of a man who is the personification the unmistakable uncontrollable and undeniable vessel that embodies true EVIL that he believes and has showed me he is who he was and has always been Lucifer himself. In a moment in time where I lived my Life as if everything on Earth was OK and I did not worry about the Afterlife or God or the Devil or the Unseen Spiritual World that is at work I quickly realized who I was...Am the Final Prophet of Doom that will suddenly overtake and overwhelm the whole Earth. My Life and experiences will one day implicate NOT just me alone but the whole Human Race. It has been written in the books of prophecy from ages of old that it will come to pass. I am unable to change add or subtract from the Living Word Of God but what I do know is this Man rules 1/3 of the Fallen Angels that fell from Heaven. He is the Prince Of The Air...the Man of Lawlessness his time is short but his mouth will utter and groan and whisper and even convince the majority of the Masses of the World to succumb to his tremendous blasphemies his incredulous conceptions of a New World with a New Order and A New God. The False Prophet will take his stand and will perform miracles, wonders and invoke the people of the World to wholeheartedly believe that he is the Christ. The Final Man will make himself known and will be used as a World Leader...yet will fully stand to represent and not simply convince the masses this 2 others are good and holy but will go as far as to say that He is "The False Prophet" is the Christ and the One who is truly Lucifer is God himself. Somehow all this events will happen like a flash of lightning like thunder it will strike all Man, Woman and Child by manipulating and interpreting the Word Of God...in a New way a radical form a way that will be so extreme that the World and it's inhabitants will look up to them to be saved for the Faith of the whole world will be shaken to its core. This COVID-19 Virus is just the beginning...the World will begin to experience shift changes in Weather, Food Supply and the implementation of a cashless society ran by 3 Man who will deceive and cause the extinction of our species. At this Moment in time The Devil is still working under the shadows and protection of Hollywood, The Media, The World Wide Web, Music, The Law and Technology. But soon within 3 years from now the World will know who he is...Then shortly after 2 more years of a short Grace period then prepare for the False Prophet, Lucifer and the Man of Lawlessness. I am doing little to nothing yet but soon I will commence to wage the war against them speaking against them...Revealing to the people that I am truly a Man Of God. I will bear fruit my works in the unseen realm are just beginning to come to fruition. I may be killed but I will come to life again NOT fearing Death for my body will be put on display to the Whole World …God is coming back soon prepare for Armageddon. Yet the World will continue the people will continue to live as if this 3 people who will be able to perform miraculous wonders in front of the multitude of masses watching them...DO NOT be oblivious to the fact that I have meet Lucifer in person and believe me he is indeed working fast to complete his work. Stand ready Warriors Of God.

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Mar 4, 2021

Mar 4, 2021 at 5:30 AM UTC

7GodsOracle7

~Forbidden Temple Of Silent Pacts~

Workers of the Hidden Corporations Of Secret Fraternities passing on information of macabre "Death Spells & Powerful Hexes" introducing a 3 hour Tranced Chant that delivers a Dark Energy tainted with the Mark Of Death being casted upon another living individual...How Dare You evil Sorcerer's and Witches doers of Darkness conduct harm upon a Living Soul I have been dying emotionally inside... but yet being alive within my own real of simple yet complex realms of consciousness I live perplexed due to the fact a part of me believes I may be possibly possessed by an entity named Azaziel whom I have become it's host...and I have also meet and been conflicted by subjecting myself to being exposed to the unseen realm of the spirits that roam the World. I have meet Legion...Belphegor...Azaziel...Davannah... Oasis...Nathanael...Sephrael...and lastly Veldor. It may be just my schizophrenic tendencies playing games with my mind and the way my Consciousness flows and resembles the raging ocean when being invaded by a raging storm. I know of a man who is the personification the unmistakable uncontrollable and undeniable vessel that embodies true EVIL that he believes and has showed me he is who he was and has always been Lucifer himself. In a moment in time where I lived my Life as if everything on Earth was OK and I did not worry about the Afterlife or God or the Devil or the Unseen Spiritual World that is at work I quickly realized who I was...Am the Final Prophet of Doom that will suddenly overtake and overwhelm the whole Earth. My Life and experiences will one day implicate NOT just me alone but the whole Human Race. It has been written in the books of prophecy from ages of old that it will come to pass. I am unable to change add or subtract from the Living Word Of God but what I do know is this Man rules 1/3 of the Fallen Angels that fell from Heaven. He is the Prince Of The Air...the Man of Lawlessness his time is short but his mouth will utter and groan and whisper and even convince the majority of the Masses of the World to succumb to his tremendous blasphemies his incredulous conceptions of a New World with a New Order and A New God. The False Prophet will take his stand and will perform miracles, wonders and invoke the people of the World to wholeheartedly believe that he is the Christ. The Final Man will make himself known and will be used as a World Leader...yet will fully stand to represent and not simply convince the masses this 2 others are good and holy but will go as far as to say that He is "The False Prophet" is the Christ and the One who is truly Lucifer is God himself. Somehow all this events will happen like a flash of lightning like thunder it will strike all Man, Woman and Child by manipulating and interpreting the Word Of God...in a New way a radical form a way that will be so extreme that the World and it's inhabitants will look up to them to be saved for the Faith of the whole world will be shaken to its core. This COVID-19 Virus is just the beginning...the World will begin to experience shift changes in Weather, Food Supply and the implementation of a cashless society ran by 3 Man who will deceive and cause the extinction of our species. At this Moment in time The Devil is still working under the shadows and protection of Hollywood, The Media, The World Wide Web, Music, The Law and Technology. But soon within 3 years from now the World will know who he is...Then shortly after 2 more years of a short Grace period then prepare for the False Prophet, Lucifer and the Man of Lawlessness. I am doing little to nothing yet but soon I will commence to wage the war against them speaking against them...Revealing to the people that I am truly a Man Of God. I will bear fruit my works in the unseen realm are just beginning to come to fruition. I may be killed but I will come to life again NOT fearing Death for my body will be put on display to the Whole World …God is coming back soon prepare for Armageddon. Yet the World will continue the people will continue to live as if this 3 people who will be able to perform miraculous wonders in front of the multitude of masses watching them...DO NOT be oblivious to the fact that I have meet Lucifer in person and believe me he is indeed working fast to complete his work. Stand ready Warriors Of God.

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There’s a siren wailing And the man on TV Keeps mentioning doomsday. The newspaper headlines All let us know it’s the end. As the world crashes down There is one comfort left. I put on my favorite earrings, The ones you bought me, And you pull on your coat. Taking you in my arms Is all I have left, So in this final evening, This eleventh hour, I bring you to dance in the streets, To enjoy a final moment before The show starts and the world ends. I move in close to you, And whisper my secrets in Your ear, but my final secret I press to your lips as Our very essence is set aflame.

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Jan 8, 2021

Jan 8, 2021 at 8:47 PM UTC

cherrybean

Doomsday

There’s a siren wailing And the man on TV Keeps mentioning doomsday. The newspaper headlines All let us know it’s the end. As the world crashes down There is one comfort left. I put on my favorite earrings, The ones you bought me, And you pull on your coat. Taking you in my arms Is all I have left, So in this final evening, This eleventh hour, I bring you to dance in the streets, To enjoy a final moment before The show starts and the world ends. I move in close to you, And whisper my secrets in Your ear, but my final secret I press to your lips as Our very essence is set aflame.

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Tomorrow's sun brings icy wind And hearts entwined are torn again The wings of angels bleed and break Reflections dance on mirror lake. The stars are falling one by one Darkness consumes until it's done And fragrant flowers bow their head The dancers' feet are made of lead. And cities crumble brick by brick And flame ignites the candle's wick As icy wind begins to blow The dancers' feet begin to slow. Tomorrow's wind brings burning rain All living creatures shall be slain And after rain comes deathly chill The dancers' feet, at last, are still.

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Dec 22, 2020

Dec 22, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC

OrangeRose

The End

Tomorrow's sun brings icy wind And hearts entwined are torn again The wings of angels bleed and break Reflections dance on mirror lake. The stars are falling one by one Darkness consumes until it's done And fragrant flowers bow their head The dancers' feet are made of lead. And cities crumble brick by brick And flame ignites the candle's wick As icy wind begins to blow The dancers' feet begin to slow. Tomorrow's wind brings burning rain All living creatures shall be slain And after rain comes deathly chill The dancers' feet, at last, are still.

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Not lost in sleep ascended to a dream a secret none other have seen if that doesn't tell the dream who can interpret? How the world will end? First tell how did it begin? What's true forever is never a sudden discovery rolls out in trajectory!

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Jul 2, 2020

Jul 2, 2020 at 7:41 PM UTC

shofi-ahmed

When Will Messiah Come

Not lost in sleep ascended to a dream a secret none other have seen if that doesn't tell the dream who can interpret? How the world will end? First tell how did it begin? What's true forever is never a sudden discovery rolls out in trajectory!

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It's not the end of the world. It's not even the end of the day. Just because the sky is gray Doesn't mean the sun can't come out As if to say "it's okay." Remember. We see the world in color. If you don't like the ones you see, Just close your eyes and breathe. Please don't give up, and I promise you'll see it's not the end.

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May 17, 2020

May 17, 2020 at 2:34 PM UTC

zackripley

not the end

It's not the end of the world. It's not even the end of the day. Just because the sky is gray Doesn't mean the sun can't come out As if to say "it's okay." Remember. We see the world in color. If you don't like the ones you see, Just close your eyes and breathe. Please don't give up, and I promise you'll see it's not the end.

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Take all necessary precautions as we may be in for one hell of a ride as certain forces are descending that will likely cause us all to slide. It was foretold and written long ago by those ancient prophets of old and again in the 20th century by One who claimed to be of their Fold. He was recorded as saying that ¾ of the world's people would perish and they would do so in spite of anyone or all those we may cherish. He was called Meher Baba and many recognised him to be an Avatar; a Divine incarnation of God Who was humanity's most Brightest Star. Born towards the end of the 19th century at the beginning of a new age to usher in a New Humanity and in spiritual matters take centre stage. So much like all those Who'd come before Him He was destined to be Divinely awakened and authorised to go about setting all people free. With the words given that were recorded and written down He did say the world was in the throes of undergoing a Spiritual rebirth in a way. Like an expectant mother going through her motions and birth pangs this new age would consume and devour many people with its fangs. We only have to look back and see the horrors of late with world wars and the advancement in technology opening up so many hidden doors. This so-called New Humanity that is being now gradually ushered in is the next stage of mankind's evolution that will free it of its past sin. Individually and collectively most will all sometime have to undergo a purging of their ignorance hidden within them that God does show. Meher Baba has brought together all religions like beads on one string and set the stage of the Spirituality that this New Humanity will bring. He'll work through and with all those true religions of mankind's past that are still around now though fading lately renewing them so to last. By showing and revealing the underlying similarities behind them all He beckons everyone in the world now to so therefore heed His Call. And all that anyone will ever have to do is to keep Him in their heart by following the precepts given in the religion of which they're a part. The manifestation for man of Heaven on earth is what it's really about a divine experience so great and Holy that it will cause us all to shout. Come one and all to be a part of this New Humanity that's being born heralding a glorious age of mankind's place on Earth by a New Dawn. It's by the elimination of ignorance, falsehood and all our superstition that we can all now be in and a part of The New Humanity's transition. ________________________

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May 5, 2020

May 5, 2020 at 11:38 AM UTC

George-Krokos

The New Humanity

Take all necessary precautions as we may be in for one hell of a ride as certain forces are descending that will likely cause us all to slide. It was foretold and written long ago by those ancient prophets of old and again in the 20th century by One who claimed to be of their Fold. He was recorded as saying that ¾ of the world's people would perish and they would do so in spite of anyone or all those we may cherish. He was called Meher Baba and many recognised him to be an Avatar; a Divine incarnation of God Who was humanity's most Brightest Star. Born towards the end of the 19th century at the beginning of a new age to usher in a New Humanity and in spiritual matters take centre stage. So much like all those Who'd come before Him He was destined to be Divinely awakened and authorised to go about setting all people free. With the words given that were recorded and written down He did say the world was in the throes of undergoing a Spiritual rebirth in a way. Like an expectant mother going through her motions and birth pangs this new age would consume and devour many people with its fangs. We only have to look back and see the horrors of late with world wars and the advancement in technology opening up so many hidden doors. This so-called New Humanity that is being now gradually ushered in is the next stage of mankind's evolution that will free it of its past sin. Individually and collectively most will all sometime have to undergo a purging of their ignorance hidden within them that God does show. Meher Baba has brought together all religions like beads on one string and set the stage of the Spirituality that this New Humanity will bring. He'll work through and with all those true religions of mankind's past that are still around now though fading lately renewing them so to last. By showing and revealing the underlying similarities behind them all He beckons everyone in the world now to so therefore heed His Call. And all that anyone will ever have to do is to keep Him in their heart by following the precepts given in the religion of which they're a part. The manifestation for man of Heaven on earth is what it's really about a divine experience so great and Holy that it will cause us all to shout. Come one and all to be a part of this New Humanity that's being born heralding a glorious age of mankind's place on Earth by a New Dawn. It's by the elimination of ignorance, falsehood and all our superstition that we can all now be in and a part of The New Humanity's transition. ________________________

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If the world were ending tonight You'd still make time for me wouldn't you? Even if it were all in your head If the world were ending tonight you'd still give me the same smile you always give, right? No matter the crumbling buildings & people playing hop scotch Avoiding the large craters in the earth. You'd still make time just before the final impact, Before we're wiped into oblivion, right? On top of crumbling cars & huge chunks of rock. Even if it were all in your head, would you still come over & make believe that everything is alright? If the world were ending tonight, would there still be time to go some place nice, Even if it were all in your head

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Jan 3, 2020

Jan 3, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Wiped Into Oblivion

If the world were ending tonight You'd still make time for me wouldn't you? Even if it were all in your head If the world were ending tonight you'd still give me the same smile you always give, right? No matter the crumbling buildings & people playing hop scotch Avoiding the large craters in the earth. You'd still make time just before the final impact, Before we're wiped into oblivion, right? On top of crumbling cars & huge chunks of rock. Even if it were all in your head, would you still come over & make believe that everything is alright? If the world were ending tonight, would there still be time to go some place nice, Even if it were all in your head

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I'm brainstorming up a riot. One where people will die When they're asleep And quiet. I'm brainstorming up a riot. Where you can hear all types of war cries. One where all types of people will die I'm brainstorming up a riot. With lots of fire and guns. One where all you can hear are The traumatizing sounds of bullets being released. And the blood curdling screams of people dying. I'm brainstorming up a riot. That the government can't handle. With bombs designed as food, And no ruler is there to rule. I'm brainstorming up a riot. To where when you step outside, There's a 98% chance you can die. I'm brainstorming up a riot. Where all you can see is blood, And corpses. And all you can smell is the putrid scent of rotting flesh and dried up blood. I'm brainstorming up a riot. One that can't even compete with war. One where peoples hearts are took over with hatred. And the only thing on their mind, Is death and ****** You read it right. I'm brainstorming up a riot. And the funny thing is, I don't even know why.

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Dec 15, 2019

Dec 15, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC

1two_3

I'm Brainstorming Up a Riot

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When the world implodes and burns from the inside, I will not fear God I will hear the prayers of folks fallen to their knees Calling out to you Calling out your name In begging for mercy Clemency Fear Fear of death That soon would swallow them whole As the earth devours itself But I will not fear you I will not So be it the planet dies So be it it crumbles beneath my feet So be it I shall die too So be it the death I shall go through is slow and painful So be it I will scream in anguish and agony as the life drains out of me So be it the hundred, thousand hands grasping my ankles Calling out to me to kneel before you Crying out to me to beg before you For your forgiveness To be spared from retribution To be spared from the cackling fires of Hell I will not kneel before you I will not ***** my knees for you I will not cover them in bruises and mud for you I will not bow my head in silence for you I will not silence my voice and thoughts for you I will not cower under your stare I will not fear you.

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Nov 9, 2019

Nov 9, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC

lunartales

Fear of God

When the world implodes and burns from the inside, I will not fear God I will hear the prayers of folks fallen to their knees Calling out to you Calling out your name In begging for mercy Clemency Fear Fear of death That soon would swallow them whole As the earth devours itself But I will not fear you I will not So be it the planet dies So be it it crumbles beneath my feet So be it I shall die too So be it the death I shall go through is slow and painful So be it I will scream in anguish and agony as the life drains out of me So be it the hundred, thousand hands grasping my ankles Calling out to me to kneel before you Crying out to me to beg before you For your forgiveness To be spared from retribution To be spared from the cackling fires of Hell I will not kneel before you I will not ***** my knees for you I will not cover them in bruises and mud for you I will not bow my head in silence for you I will not silence my voice and thoughts for you I will not cower under your stare I will not fear you.

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it's the end of the world as we know it - time I had some time alone

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Nov 9, 2019

Nov 9, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC

poetry2go

Stipe End

it's the end of the world as we know it - time I had some time alone

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I saw you in the underworld when the earth collapsed The incendiary skies burned bright; Burning And I saw you beneath its scorching glare Standing by the banks of the river Styx Your supple skin marred and stained By soot and mud from below your feet And burnmarks; I know not where you got them I called your name Shouted it Screamed it But you did not hear me You did not listen Simply stared off into the distance Body glowing, body burning World glowing, world burning Burning Flaming Ablaze.

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Oct 29, 2019

Oct 29, 2019 at 2:55 AM UTC

lunartales

Underworld

I saw you in the underworld when the earth collapsed The incendiary skies burned bright; Burning And I saw you beneath its scorching glare Standing by the banks of the river Styx Your supple skin marred and stained By soot and mud from below your feet And burnmarks; I know not where you got them I called your name Shouted it Screamed it But you did not hear me You did not listen Simply stared off into the distance Body glowing, body burning World glowing, world burning Burning Flaming Ablaze.

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you slipped and slipped from my fingers until i could no longer feel yours and the earth devoured you, swallowed you, ate you whole you left me alone as the ground rippled and cracked beneath me you left me alone as the waters grabbed my ankles and pulled me down you left me alone as death came like raging ocean waves like an explosion so spontaneous i never had the time to open my mouth to scream your name you left me alone.

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Oct 29, 2019

Oct 29, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC

lunartales

alone

you slipped and slipped from my fingers until i could no longer feel yours and the earth devoured you, swallowed you, ate you whole you left me alone as the ground rippled and cracked beneath me you left me alone as the waters grabbed my ankles and pulled me down you left me alone as death came like raging ocean waves like an explosion so spontaneous i never had the time to open my mouth to scream your name you left me alone.

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