This World...
This World We Know May End
Waves wither down
The walls of cliff sides
Earthquakes shake
Ground is splitting
This World We Know May End
Thunder claps
Thunder cracks
Thunder plays the drums of disaster
Lightning takes pictures from the sky
This World We Know May End
Wind speed picks up
Trees and houses are thrown with ease
These tornados are set on spin cycle
Fear of disaster we hide in our basement
This World We Know May End
Everything moving slowly
Blizzard moves in quickly
Blistering cold burns the hope
Frozen to a stop
This World We Know May End
Raging upon wars
Criminal minds advancing
The power within the head
One of them leaving millions dead
This World We Know May End
poem by Chase Wallace
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