Ruins Poem by The Lastdon

As standing, is he that is my sight,

had broken my spirit in the blackest of light,

was done,

for the words I speak turn preachers to shame,

and damned the words of heavens name, will break,

for i must script it and go,

to continue to shield the word of the last, an at will fall, without his call,

an berries so poison the children will fall, to night, for

there is sight, beg his case by heavens light and so.

was this day, as rain is to come,

for thirst as we lay,

as nite is to day,

may the ending of this saying bring this judgement to pray,

an i am to keep,

for this hour we weep,

come the clock that was broken,

is the end that we sleep