• scigs9 10w

    The end is near

    The atmosphere out here spells out the end of days
    The world is barely phased to busy in its gaze
    The planet and its inhabitants are so damned
    But they are all caught up in insecurities that they fail to mention.
    I hope that your safe when it burns i hope your not hurt
    I hope that your not left torn and left to lay in the dirt
    Curse the skies and curse these lies they go unscripted
    But my mind wont flaunter and start to drift it won't be unshifted