The Apocalypse

The earth was going to meet it's final end,

The place was now going to be completely abandoned.

All the person on the earth cried,

Because they knew they couldn't stop the apocalypse even if they tried.

Now, even the Earth's soldiers went into tears,

Because now every person on earth was going to be martyred.

Now no one was anyones, friend or mate,

All over the destruction was in their fate.

And just like that humanity crawled and cattle,

Every person to escape their fate rattled.

In the time, they were going to know what is fear,

Now the bravest of men were in pumping tears.

Dreaded, run from it, destiny still arrives,

It's better you take it up than to hide.

Bang! So loud was the sound, it was not

even comparable to 1000 howling hounds.

Everyone ran so halter-skelter,

That they even didn't notice they were crushing each other to find shelter.

Humans ran here, humans ran there.

Dead bodies lay here, dead bodies lay there.

Before the humans, humanity first died,

Even in the apocalypse and running humans it couldn't survive.

Every person to find the shelter became blood thirst not knowing that in death,

There is no counting as last or first.

Again bang, the death struck everyone from snakes fang.

But wait! story doesn't end here,

There is still some confusion to clear.

Because if this Earth was death bitten

How was this poem by me written.

So, was I the last person who didn't die,

From the apocalypse, the one who survived.

No, there was still some one who didn't die,

From the apocalypse he/she also survived.

Because there was something good I did,

So God left you, because to listen to my poem, you I need.