The unexpected dreams are making sound,
Destruction of the world is forming cloud.
The life of the world is running anti-clockwise.
I have seen the world's death to rise.

The sun appears blood red, in sky
And no birds seem to fly.
Weather is dry wind blowing everywhere,
No sound, no echoes only a sense of fear.

Blowing wind carries the cry of eternity,
Like a threat of time to posterity.
No one will survive in those releam storms
And not a single soul, to mourn.

The world is burning on gunpowder's fire.
And no one heed to no one's care.
Forest are burning to ashes and turns weary.
Lushy world became fire notches& there are no tary

Greenery of the earth getting dark and brown,
Draughts and cracks and crevies and no reason to frawn.
It seems to be sticky pest climbing, so warm
Like the supernova itself decend on land to burn.

The proud high heads are breaking & rolling down,
And they are decending on every town.
All glory of high hills is destroy;
And no victory like the battle of troy.

The molten magma...