Someone once told me the world

must end.

Again...

This time the consequences will be

Dire.

Engulfed in fire

Down to the wire

Plucked off one by one

Such an untimely end.

A bomb has been dropped from

the tree.

A delicious fruit grown from

World War Three.

It has been talked about

even now.

President Bush will show us how.

A torn world

A fight between the sexes

In a race, to affect the face

Of the world at stake.

Lives of such, this murderer

seems to take

From all the lies and war

He makes.

The sky is red

As I sit amongst the dead

A glowing hue to contrast

the blue.

As I walk I wonder

‘Why not take me instead?'

This is the end

That's oh so near

A terrible fate

I've grown to fear

It's all fun till it's

Said and done.

All that's left is to wait

Until the terrible fate

Gets here.