Fate

As the sun sets down,

No word can describe the feeling;

No adjective, verb, or noun.

As the world ends its last day,

The carnage begins everywhere;

One-another people slay.

Little do they know,

That they don't need to kill.

I'll break 'em like clay,

It's child's play.

As the moon rises up,

As the last moments of their lives near;

People shouting, I can hear.

What I need is away,

No one cares about each other;

Greeds at play.

It's time they perish,

So the good times return;

And Earth can cherish.

Do I let 'em live?

But they only take,

They don't give.

They need to care for Earth,

Or else they'll pay.

They always betray,

They need to straighten up their ways.

Or I'll crush 'em like clay.