We Are The End
The stage is set,the final act still remains.
One by one,
the main actors step in.
Famine spreads her lengthy dress,
War flashes his bloodied knife,
Deception Gallantly waves to the viewers,
Death, he awaits,
sitting in the front row.
The brainwashed audience
cheers on the destruction,
by just sitting and watching.
I cannot understand
such pathetic ignorance.
This mockery of nature
must not go on.
There is no avoiding the end,
but to delay our finale,
we must strike with the hands
of the omnipotent Director.
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