The ending is coming,
I can feel it in my very soul.
There will be none left,
We will all die
For all the sins of this world.
Devastation is coming,
I feel it in the air.
It gets thicker, heavy
We won't see tomorrow
There wont be a new day
Death is coming,
I feel him at my door,
Breathing in my life
Only a little longer
And I will be gone
May the world know,
That they knew of the end
They just never knew when
And they still don't
I only knew of my own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem