World’s End

The smell of sulfur intoxicating your brain

for years we have been playing this game

Threatening glances towards each other

holding a gun, killing a brother

What we see is only the bad

fun times gone as though they were never had

the only sound is the strongest of the old

war always takes a toll

crawling beneath the dusty and torn land

worms wont care if they see a disconnected hand

rising up out of the muck

a four leaf clover hopes to bring good luck

the sound of silence is so deafening

not even the robin dares to sing

but all is put to rest at night

even though a nasty grueling sight

so long to the earth we knew

the earth we loved the earth we slew

so long to the green luscious grass

as we killed the roots with toxic gas

for we wont and never will understand

why we created the world's end

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