Time is running out
For those who live here.
The stars are coming about,
Beware the rein of fear.
When the stars are in place,
On some peaceful night,
A change will happen in space,
The heavens will be void of light.
It’s nothing more than destiny,
An ancient conspiracy,
Acted with total consistency,
Done with complete apathy,
And now without a tear
Comes now the rein of fear
Beware the rein of fear.
No stars will shine,
The sun will not rise.
And at a quarter past nine,
We will all begin to realize…
That this will be the end,
The beginning of the final moment.
Time will have been caused to bend,
And many of us will be content.
Many will run with panic,
Others will try to hide.
A cry will ring out from the aged and sick,
There will be those who shall abide…
The end will not be merciful,
The end will not come fast.
There will be nothing anyone can do at all,
From no one shall this sword be passed.
A time of darkness will be at hand,
For those who still live.
We will try to make one last stand,
No one shall remain to forgive…
Fighting will break out all around,
Death will live in the streets.
Blood will flow across the ground,
And the end will be complete.
It’s nothing more than destiny,
An ancient conspiracy,
Acted with total consistency,
Done with complete apathy,
And now without a tear
Comes now the rein of fear
Beware the rein of fear.
R. A. Barbere
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