The End

The end
Creeping near
Cockroaches crawl from every crevice of the world
Is it innocence in the end
When your children are destroying themselves
As the world crumbles away.
Do you see what I see
An empire wasting away
For the corruption it was wrought
It meets decay
And a war
Of blood and pain
Rise to claim 
It
In its wake of misery
No one will survive
Only fire and brimstone will remain
For every good thing must die