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When The End Comes


Darkness will spark the end

It will enjoy the storms to come of man, beast, and nature

While we are fighting it will sneak in and devour us whole

Some will embrace it for comfort

But those who still have hope will stay away from it

So the Darkness will release the Fires of Hell

The fires will come like a swarm of locust

Destroying every home and garden in its path

The fires will come like a swarm of locust but take the shape of a demonic beast on all fours

It runs through towns and forests without a care

Everything is torched to ashes

No being can escape its wrath

When it's done the Darkness will return

When the Darkness returns it will try to cover the world

The world will try to fight back and it will fail

More will choose to embrace the darkness again

Then it will be ready

The Darkness will start a war with those who haven't yet given up hope

The Darkness will fight until it has to retreat

Then it will release a disease that will devastate all

The disease will poison the waters, fruits, vegtables, and livestock

More people will lose hope and embrace the darkness

The disease will cease and the Darkness will return

When it does, it will bring the malestrom from myth and flood lands and consume the world in darkness

The shadows will dance and take nightmarish forms

Then the world will be completely succumbed in darkness

There shall be hope though

Hints of light will still be in the world

But the Darkness will not stop

It will bring back Hell's fires, but this time it will be able to take a stable form and stay alive longer

The disease will return but in a physical form

The fire then will be called Pyro and the disease will be called Famine

The Darkness will take a new name when it accepts a physical form

It will take the name Erebus

They will hunt down the traces of light

But light is like a fire to where when one spark starts, it spreads and catches others and again a war will start

But Death won't be far behind

It will be waiting for the aftermath of the horrible bloody war

The war will come but who is to say that it isn't happening right now?

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