The End of the World: (A Poem)
A world complete, everything still,
The water stops to ripple,
And the fire settles to ash.
People stop walking,
Animals begin to rest,
The time is near,
Will it be good? Or evil?
The waves of the ocean,
Eternal volcanic motion,
Be it fire, be it water,
That always goes up,
Or always goes down,
It is all controlled,
By the eternal being,
Who foresees every motion,
And brings it into being,
We are a bunch of Umpa Lumpas,
Building for Willy Wanka,
Such a beautiful world,
Full of colors & beautiful treats,
But when will it end? Or will it?
When will the water stop to ripple?
When will the fire begin to settle?
When will the people find their true selves?
When will we complete this beautiful world?
Will the water stop to ripple? Or will it spiral up into a great waterfall!?
Will the fire settle to ash? Or will it breath from the mouths of dragons again!?
Will we die into extinction? Or will we live in our beautiful souls?
Will this world cease to exist? Or come to life like never before?
The choice is yours. Live it. For it is truly yours.
