Armageddon
The days on haste in just a blink,
choking off the childish things,
repelling the grown obsessions
and breaking the naive slumber.
Dreams of pomp and circumtance,
life on an affluent aerie,
and prowess of idyllic protagonists
seem to detiorate and vanish.
I shall retire predestinations
and let the fate alone
decide the way it wil be
with all the regrets or happiness.
Sun and moon come tired to shine,
as procurement of tolerance, it's all darkness
and soon through time,
the end of eternal light.
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