The End Of Time Poem by seqouiyah young

I remember the beginning, but the thoughts are fading away
could never stand tall, instead I chose to lay

Although, all that has changed until this day. I could never let
the devil come in and persuade, tearing my insides up like a
game of charades.

This is my chance to shine, intelligence doubled up like the
square root of nine. I want to be known before the end of time

Because when the fire comes through, It's coming with no sign.
Would I be better off untouched or damn near blind!

I've been searching for the solution. The one I can't find. And
when I speak this It's not all about the rhyme. You got to really
think about what's going to happen in the end of time