Something new on the skyline

The world of tomorow is at rise, There is no way in denying, I can see, as the world shifts away I can cry, as the dreams fade, Time is up, the shift begins. First ice comes from the heaven, Crushes down our mankind, Buried in a world of white, Without any hope, Begins to fade, our globe. The world is diminishing to something new, On the skyline there is a moon, It#s so big and cold, It takes away, the young and old, As it crashes down into our age, It bringes the flame, It takes live, And in the end, A new century is at hand.

Freitag, 19. April 2024

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