The apocalypse

The Apocalypse

 

On the last night on Earth,

Right after a nuclear winter,

I saw your eyes that cry and hurt

For a world ruined and deceitful.

In this chaos your soul, tired and bruised,

Still gets shivers of youth's desires,

However there's nothing more to feel confused about,

Nothing to admire.

The humanity with no shame or guilt,

Lost in its pointless pleasures,

Needs to be rebuilt

For the realization of plans immeasured.

Hold my hand for a while,

Let's see the rarest flowers wither,

In this motionless exile

Of a new faith I will be a believer.