Echoes of The End

Enter the worldly planet, spanning all ends;
slender skies and molding landscapes, then He sends.
Widows of all blossoms, face truth as He commends;
windows of all sorrows, race forth for He comprehends.

Marching to all ends and witnessing the end;
the scorching sea bends while compressing its friend.
Iridescent light shines past the structures that defend,
reminiscent might struggles through the flames that depend.

Slithering through greens with no will to reprimand,
shivering in heat with a bill in our one hand;
the price that we paid for murdering our land;
the dice that we made to resurrect our sand.

The sordid blackened skies blinds the best sight,
and pungent greyed smoke binds the chest's plight.
The noise of our acts will awaken our blight,
the choice of our pacts shall determine our fight.

Hidden words of intention were fired so rapidly;
grandiose promises of dignity were broken so fetidly.
Owners of everything had it all so insipidly,
those who own nothing accepted everything so rabidly.

And all will end, silently.