The Apocalypse Poem by Matt Starking

The tree is dead
it's roots are rotting
it leafs are falling
it seems it all over
like never
all hope is gone
the cloths are torn
all the houses
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 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