The no time left, I fear,
The end is near.
The apocalypse is coming,
The suspense is utterly numbing,
And we are all succumbing,
To the doom-drums that are drumming.
No one stands,
Against the hands,
Of the Devil.
Demons roam the earth,
Evil things are birthed,
That take away all the mirth
In life.
And so we are all doomed,
We breathe in deadly fumes,
Our home becomes our tomb.
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The Drums are beating for us all yet it is what we achieve whilst waiting. Thank you Thomas