Matt Ancient

Rookie - 335 Points (11 january 1985 / Africa)

The End - Poem by Matt Ancient

The tree is falling
It leafs are falling
It seems it all over
Like never
All hope is gone
The cloths are tone
The house
Burned into ashes
The food turned garbage
There is no more courage
For the prophet has no message
Everything on rampage
Surly everything shall come to an past
Nothing will last
The kingdom is invaded
And the king beheaded
One may wonder
That upon all the power
Yes, sooner or later
No matter how you pretend
Everything shall come to an end

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, June 15, 2012


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