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A forest
With no ends.
I can hear the cries
Of my end.
My final calling.
Close my eyes
And deny the fact
Of the end
So near.
Stuck
With no escapes
Unable to move;
Bound.
Ignoring
My final call.
Even if I can hear
The silence coming.
The day
The sky turned red
And the pained cries
Of man and animal.
I can no longer hear it.
The cries
Of hell overtaking
The heavens.
One more minute
Slowly ticking
And keeping the time
Of this mayhem.
Unable
To protect
Those I love;
Despised.
Eyes shut tight
And voice screeching
Over the chaos
I am surrounded by.
The final moment
One more minute
And we will all
Disappear.
Hands shaking
And voice raised
Against the crowd
Running for their lives.
Did we deserve this?
Did we deserve to died
Trapped inside the cages
We made ourselves?
The final minute
Slowly ticking down
Until the end
Of time itself.
The final moment
Signaling
Our own destruction
With our own minds.
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