Just some poems I've made
Why do we exist my dear. No one knows. Are we here for greatness or for destruction. What beings govern our carefully sculpted world. The ones who know, are long dead; their knowledge lost to history. And the cruel march of time. All we know is that our world will someday end. Our world is one of secrets many never to be discovered. Time is ticking. Do not worry about your legacy or fortune for it will all end Once the clock stops ticking. Igniting WORLDS END