End Of The World Poem by Sazori Yora

End Of The World



Shutting out this falling Earth
Rolling by on a paper hearse
Held aloft by hopes and dreams
Not as stable as it seems
And should it fall, who will survive?
Only those who feel alive?
Then what's to come of us living dead?
Who spend each day inside our head?
Whatever happens in the end
To know, we only just pretend

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