The Death Of Nations Poem by Zachary Hoyt

hell fire breaks the earths crust
molton magma pours through the top
the morals had ran as they must
scurring on the ground as they were turned to dust
our earths defensives began to rust
we couldent of done anything to prevent this
what couldve we done to subside their lust
now the remains lie in the must

left defenceless in the devils mist
we were left behind like the grim reapers kiss
tossed and thrown away
were we forgotten?
who knows
but there is one thing we do know
it wasnt an accident

earth is now a bearing waste land
just an endless sea of sand
nothing left to reprehend
could this really be the end?
or is this just a morbid nightmare
nothing left to pretend
nothing left to apprehend
this was the death of nations