[I can feel it in my soul, someone colored the moon
As the clock’s binding rhythm reaches fine tune
The nameless fear, which does not permit
For those who’ve met, cannot admit
The world is ending soon.
The sleepless and dreadful thoughts, of sin and not fitting in
fills my lungs and penetrates within.
God’s wrath should soon be upon us, so speak now, what have ye sinned?
The forbidden love with a hint of rejection, paves way to the unforgivable insurrection
From ages back to where the box was opened, laid an heirloom
To which gave us to are doom——because the world is ending soon.
The truth most of us choose to deny
Will quickly force are lives to fly by
When we realize what we’ve forsaken
Our souls will surely be overtaken
Because the world is ending soon]
Poem and Image By: Yasel Avalos