End of the World

crumbling walls in a deteriorated village the sentiment builds by the minute and every minute a new tower fumbles. All it would take for the ending of this destruction is one hand to grab another and hold it together. The lights are flickering out on every window on every corner in every house and the widows and the children of the widows and the dolls of the children of the widows are all frozen in silence. There are already no hands to hold the streets are crumbling though they were once paved with gold, or so it is said. You cry, and worry about the dead and say the world IS coming to an end. But i say think in this case to the past the world has ended long ago the earth has been dead for years the real thing you fear is that the seeing will be blinded or the blinded will be seeing and those who have not already will stop believing