The end

by J King   Jun 2, 2006


Seasons change, as darkness falls upon the land
creatures of the night stalk the midnight air
as they lend a helping hand
the world plunges in to its own evil
as people run from death, clutching their puny pitiful lives
the hopes of millions fall ill
in it's final hour, the nations collide
found with hopeless hope
fearing it's their end, millions cry

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