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

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