Finish line shine
Time is spreading apart
we dont have much time before it turns dark
Sickness continues to revenue while ages began
we think we know what is coming
we think we know the end
chaos controlls the levels of population
degration is promoted for our generation
foiled things to be forgotten
time eras lost
the reason for scene is for us to return to boss
fair well to beings and hello to wings
I see a force of light as we cross
so final dues for which he died for me
heaven speaks and my ear listen
congratulation child you have completed your mission
This poem is about:
Our world