Rhythm of the EndA Poem by EdenexileA poem about the end
Stars have fallen on the cities and the plains,
Caught by mountains and skyscrapers' hands The sky kisses the Earth and so do the airplanes. Could the world be ending in a display so grand? There is nowhere to hide and nowhere to go. Heaven has made it's choice for us below, I dance with you, to the rhythm of the end, for I know where we shall go. © 2013 EdenexileAuthor's Note
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