Times are flying, clocks are ticking
Never unknown but some they know
country sides are filled with dim light
withered courage and broken hope
anonymously known it seems
nations slowly turns against each other
rumours of war and pestilence
dark clouds gathers above
we suffer and smile hoping it never comes
mountain cowers with man made invention
slowly the prophecy starts show
deadly infirmities and epidemic spreads
countless and timeless death ticks
with a big bang it comes.
©karmascars
K