Okay so this is the prophecy from my last year's NaNoWriMo novel. I really don't like it. The flow is bad, the rhyming is forced, and the ending is weird. Please if you can tell me how I can make it better!
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In 83 years shall be the day,
That all of this will burn away.
Upon the ground the bodies lay,
Both young and old shall soon decay.
The earth is now a barren wasteland,
But one young girl may take a stand.
But this young girl will face a dilemma,
For this young girl’s name is Emma.
And she must chose what part to play,
To stay and help or fly away.
For if she stays she will surely die,
But she will live if she’ll fly.
Though many foes she’ll have to face,
One friend may help her keep her pace.
