End Of Days (Poetry)

This is the fight to end all fights
the war to finish war
this is the dark that kills the light
the law above all law

There’s nothing left that makes much sense
no reason to go on
the dead pile high against the fence
the will to live has gone

The few who cared for truth and love
are scattered far and wide
although they prayed to God above
he wasn’t on their side

The flame of hope is burning low
and colder grows the sun
the clock has stopped — it’s time to go
but nowhere left to run