End Times

End Times

Once upon an end of times

The Moon looked down in shame

As little candles swept the world

And bathed the hills in flame

The Sky began to weep

Its tears fell as fire

The Wind blew strong and warm

Igniting our last pyre

The Earth began to crumble

And drift into the stars

And all the Cosmos watched in rage

As we moved on to Mars.

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