Waiting for the world to end...

Waiting for the world to end...

A Poem by gallatea
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Waiting 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 must admit,- I have tried.

- 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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2018 gallatea


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Added on July 18, 2018
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gallatea
gallatea

London, United Kingdom



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