The End

Something I started to think about the other day.

When it comes time
For all of us to know
That everybody goes
We will beg
We will cry
We will plea
And there will be
Children left, sisters gone
Brothers dead and husbands fled
And once we leave
Into the black
I know what we'll be doing there
Everybody's fight
Our own blood shed
Family left and friends dead
This is the start
Of the end
When you turn against
Your own son
Know that the time has come
By our own hands
Our friends will fall
Into the deep dark end
Hurry up, get ready
Because this is the end.