vincent armone

(1/24/70 / Brooklyn)

End of Days, Begining of Days


Light now dark
oceans dry
lava boils
crops die
animals vanish
plaques envelop
chaos rules
earth quakes swallow citys
famine kills millions
religion no longer matters
nations send fire to each other sides
earth once blue now brown
noise now silence
hot now cold

Night becomes day
sticks become trees
rain drops make oceans
volcanos lava now vast land scapes
earth brown now blue
new animals appear
a egg now a bird
weeds become flowers
chaos now calm
death now life
2007 now 4355

Ends of days
Begining of days
lets not have to choose
lets do whats right
before it is the end
of me and all of you

Submitted: Friday, April 06, 2007
Edited: Friday, February 11, 2011
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  • JoAnn McGrath (4/7/2007 5:57:00 AM)

    Another great message vincent. I'm missed these yesterday and won't be on much today.: O) (Report) Reply

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