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The cruelties of time and space,
they desert you in such a secluded space,
The mind is such a sacred thing to cherish,
if it is not used often enough it shall surely perish,
but not matter how much humans may fight,
the mind shall pull through alright.
intact is our hatred, fueled is our rage,
as the body, it turns every page,
throughout history, and times endless flow,
it is humanity that has grown quite slow,
cumbersome reality seeps in to a world unknown,
all of the hopes and dreams die in the arms of those full-grown.
Humanity, such a cruel word,
a word that many have heard,
used in the eyes of man, and held by the minds of all,
it is a word that cries out furiously, destined to fall,
hearts beat fast, minds think quick,
reality's movements seem awful slick,
but as we stand on the precipice of time,
listen to this darkening rhyme,
the end of the world is nigh,
fear not, do not cry.
Though our time is at an end, we shall leave bliss in our wake,
as we were our God's first and final mistake,
cry not for apocalypse, reach out not in rage,
as humanity ends, and we write out the final page,
feel the heart of humanity still beating strong,
even though we have done many things wrong,
we learn from our mistakes, and we live on in the skies above,
hearts soaring, filled with that same unanimous, sacred love.
Though our time is at an end, time itself continues to flow,
death takes all, to the underworlds and over worlds our souls go,
hearts filled with fear, hatred, and rage,
coalesce to end this frightful age,
the twenty first century, with it's frightful inventions,
our world is doomed to end without such foolish intentions.
Our world is ending, day by day, they say,
but time continues to flow no matter how many words sway,
existence is futile, living pointless, but we live on,
solely because we cling to the hope of old songs once sung.
Eternity is endless, peace is eternal,
to never end is divinity, which is classed as infernal,
words to splay across all nations,
play the hearts of many to your will,
and you shall find your heart's fill,
God's will is that of man, for his life, too is at an end,
no matter how many words are shouted in his name, they are not salvageable, like those from an old friend.
Death collects the souls of futures passed,
and they find rest at long last,
from the pain of living in a cruel world, where life is an ending spiral,
we reach the final end of our coils, and then deaths knock come to rile,
hearts of many, bold and true,
look about to see the good in you.
The end is nigh, our time is now,
goo about your life with love, don't scowl,
humanities are priceless little things,
they blow out like candles in gusts of wind,
and the timelessness our minds hold dear,
is the horrific ending all our hearts fear.
In a world where words have little meaning,
listen with an ear piqued with interest keening,
and you shall learn the thoughts of those who cannot keep their minds control.
Think not of the end of the world, but rather a new beginning,
where sins and horrendous crucifixion have no meaning,
embrace the new world with a smiling face,
as your soul shall eagerly travel to that place.
This is a tale of timelessness;
what dies shall soon be reborn,
and the ways of humanity may change,
but the hearts within shall hold such scorn,
for an imperfect world, that shall never age,
and the sadness we feel, standing upon the final page.
Close the book and end this story, for it is time,
look away from my life, and this spiteful rhyme,
and devout your life to a better pastime;
create a reality in which you desire to stay,
for in this world, it is we that are the change.
Dry your tears, keep peace of mind,
in these final hours, all must be kind,
show the humanity you were named after, and smile with vigor,
and maybe, just maybe, humanities hopes shall be that much bigger.
For a new world awaits, but we don't wish to leave,
our time is up, and now we pass on humanities cleave,
our time to rule is over and our end is such a tiring thing,
so let us watch with amused eyes at what the next generations shall bring.
Death is infinite, it conquers all,
but so does the humanity that helps us stand tall,
life is an abundance of contradictions an bizarre little hopes,
that keep the reality of humanity afloat.
Keep this in mind, as we peek over the edge,
over the side that terrifying ledge,
and think not of the landing on the bottom of time,
but of the descending existence we recite for our hymn.
A/N hi guys, just another rap, 'cause I'm trying to post one at least once a day. I'll try to post two today, because... Well... I hope everyone enjoys reading them as much as I enjoy writing them, and I only ever seem to get constructvie critics here. None of my friends read any of my stuff... So... Yeah. I hope you like this one, and have a nice day, everyone! ^_^