Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
When The Time Comes - Poem by Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
When the time comes there will be no more seconds nor minutes,
The things that use to be so wonderful will instantly diminish, The great thoughts you thought would last forever will soon fade,
You will see the clouds covering the sky much like they do at the end of every day.
The incredible thing is you will even hear the gods pray, Lightning will strike the air like raging bats.. The underworld will soon become earth, Then you will hear screams as if they’re where women giving child birth, The ocean will be no more then just turf, Oxygen will no longer exists.
The land will be filled with colorful seashells and large quantities of deceased fish, Your eyes will be filled with dust and buildings residue, Everyone will turn on you even the people you knew,
Every saying you ever heard will be label a lie even if it’s the truth, Large fireballs and lighting bolts will become what’s called your roof, I
t will fill like your jumping out of a plane at a fast velocity without a parachute, Your legs will fill weak and heavy, It will be a miracle if your able to keep them steady,
All transportation will be ripped in pieces like confetti, What you are about to witness I can assure you’re not ready, The devil surprise because evil has never been greater,
Technology is crumbling as I speak, He you ever lived in a place where the strong eats and slays the weak, Little kids are running around with grenades in the hands, Not knowing if they slip and fall it will detonate, Leaving a massive discharge to their lives,
There is no longer a place where the man can go home to their wives, Life will explode such as biological bombs, Yes, the world will end when the time comes.
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