Apocalypta

• Artist: Absque Iter
• Description: Have you ever wondered what it might look like in the end? Not life, but rather, of all. A prophecised event called, the Apocalypse. What if you had to live through that? What if, every day of your life, you had to live with so much death? What would you do?
  
  This is a poem I did based on the idea of the End of All Things. I found myself daydreaming in class, and began to imagine the horror of what could happen. If that day should come, it is not going to be pretty.
• Date: 05/29/2009
• Tags: apocalypta apocalypse death

Listen to the whining siren
Listen to the voices fair
Hear the crying children sobbing
Revel in despair

Look to Heaven and cry
Look to Heaven and call to God
On your knees and pray
In your black facade

I hear the voice of evil and
I hear the voice of good
I hear the footsteps marching and
I sit here and I brood

Smell the burning ashes
Smell the flesh and bone
Sniff the air and choke on
Lives burnt and gone

I see the people dying
I see the children scream
I see the death and horror
I never dare to dream

Look around and never
Never fall to sleep
Look around and see them
Lying in a heap

I know not hope or faith
I'd never hope to wear
My righteous cloth that I know that
Good and Evil tear