Place's Keeper Poem by Raven Bishop

Woe sorrow is just a trial.
Endless hurricanes and bridges falling.
Who'd remember these times of sad?
People hanging their sorry heads.
Why wait for me to die?
I want to escape but it's a mess.
Can't leave my mess behind.
Seven or 11?
Either way you gonna enter heaven.
Why is the world ending?
How do we fix it before it fixes us?
Truth will lead you blindly along.
White flags mark your grave.
Taste your sorrow of your last supper.
It's in flames with all it's shame.
Is life all just a game?
Who is winning and who is losing?