Waiting for the world to end...A Poem by gallateaDark/SadWaiting for the world to end...
I am waiting for the world to die. Goodbye, farewell, I hope I won’t see you again. The stink of living dead is all around me. I no longer cannot ignore it, I cannot hold my breath to bare it. God of any kind! - Why did you placed us here? Why do you hate us so badly?. Is it a test on morality? Covered in gold, and perfumes, distracted from their own faith. They walk the streets of shame and inevitable end. -This rat race never ends. I trip all the time, I fall, I get up, I fall in to my box, -no place to hide.
- I was alone, - I was close. Close to finally free my soul from my box But every time I reach that point God sends his angels and places them around me And at that point my mind starts fighting my spirit to save my soul And I hear quiet voice saying: -Wait for the nature to take its cause. And I cry and say: -S**t! I’m still alive. I’m waiting for the world to End. Waiting for the world to Die.
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Added on July 18, 2018 Last Updated on July 18, 2018 |