By Vincent Valentine

Time’s end has come

And on earth, life’s prolongation done

All the world a chaotic scene

For on naught, doth the world lean

For Time’s end has come

Death declares his battle won

All is in chaotic manner

Till Death doth raise the banner

Signaling the war is o’er

And that we exist, not as we did before

But as chattels of torment

Controlled by Death’s hand

And we, his subjects, he doth command

For we to remain in that hell-fire infested land are forever damned

And this is our horrid fate:

To depart this life without a trace

Remaining on this, our beloved home, an abandoned place

For ‘tis now, though cannot be remembered by folk who are nonexistent,

The forever untimely death of time