Is This the End?


Ashes fall from the ruins
Once a thriving fire
Now all that is standing
Is blackness to admire

The structure is all gone
From another raging war
But nothing else is left
Just like it was before

All I see is grey
And maybe black and white
All I know is now
There's no color left in sight

The dust now covers miles
Another fire from the storm
The world we know is gone
The lives of us are torn

The wind has whipped us all
Humanity is hurt
Nothing as of now
Can be fixed by any words

Now the world is alone
Society is left in pain
But the fire and the ash
Is something I can never change

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