Final Day Poem by Zachary TaylorCreaor

Casting the way upon wicked skies
Shortening our world as we see
Howling all day as full moon shines
Expanding on how we perceive

Not long before we have to say, as other worlds drift away
The end will peak, then we’ll seek chaos and disappear
There’s no delay for on the final day on which we parish and decay
God declares to end the tree that sprouted out from Adam and Eve

Something stirs for one to believe
Only then God’s wrath will heave