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Apocalypse [Apocalypse]

You hasten unto the grim hour
When roses wilt and tastes turn sour
And rhetorical gasps escape your lips
In wonderment of the ill eclipse
And all that was once fair goes in reverse
Anon, good diminishes and bad becomes worse
The scorching stars fall after the moon collides
The remnant of desolation the Apocalypse decides.

Written by: Lauz Deo
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

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