This doom no longer impending
last moments we are now spending
cradling love and hopelessness
with equal gracelessness
Forcing mortality into our faces
with the subtlety of swinging maces
and crushing our illusions of death
with the swiftness of a final breath
Children cry and women weep
while men stand tall and try to keep
emotions in check and a face of granite
while reality pounds and eventually cracks it
The floods rush in
The end begins
and there's no one here able to stop it.
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