Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Almost gone
Father time
Will come and claim
Another one of his own
Taking the old man
And replacing him
With the customary newborn
Filling the same fate
Of so many before
All that matters
Is what happens
In between
The two inevitable's

If this day
Were the End
Of the evil
That has
Flaunted over
This World,
I would
Most certainly
Live this End
Time and again...

Popular misconceptions
Have brought us
To the edge
Of brink before

Always stealing
The thunder
Of doom & gloom
And axing
To death
Another ill conceived
Prophet of mayhem

This treasonous &
Dastardly rising sun
Ends the end
Once again...

The end is near
A drop
In the bucket
Of time

The end
Comes and goes
Forever forward

We missed this one
Will we be here
For the next one?

Still breathing
Still seeing
Still searching
For an absolute
End
Of it all

When will they learn?
To simply
Turn the
Lights off...