Cataclysm
Listen, The world thunders as the end approaches. It is heading our way. All things above and below voice our hallowed name: Destruction. Here we shall rend the promises broken and sever the bindings of Fate, Gather now, instruments of the End, and bestow light upon the eyes blinded to Prosperity, Grant the hollowed human hearts their only wish and restore balance to this distorted world: [Cataclysm]
This poem is about:
Our world