The last day, it will come
burning like the intense of a sun
Flames every where where you can see
Burning on every spot, where you want to flee
...
When i look outside
I see someone waving at me
its amazingly dark
So its hard to see
...
Where will i end up
After my life is closed shut
will it be the hell
or will it be the cell
...
I will be dead in the morning
Rising at the night
Get killed again
Then filled with delight
...
From the places where i stand
i see the rails of blood on my hand
the cold dark wind passed me by
in the battle field, which i rely
...
Well i am only 13 year old spending my life in school and learning, i really like poetry and i like reading it so i will publish some so i hope you like them)
The Last Day
The last day, it will come
burning like the intense of a sun
Flames every where where you can see
Burning on every spot, where you want to flee
The last day, it will come
The earth will shake like the sun
Theres many sign for this last day
But its hard to fiqure out on this day
Maybe the last day is tommarow
Then every one will end up in sarrow
Dont mind me i am here to explain
So after a while you will feel the pain
All of this i will leave it to you
But the last day will come, You will see it too