Apocalypse, age of doom,
Life will leave in trance,
And darkness will loom,
All over the vast expanse.

Destruction and chaos,
Ensuing all around,
Everything will be lost,
And never be found.

Time will shatter,
And space will distort,
All will scatter,
And never be sort.

Apocalypse, of course,
The harbringer of death,
The progenitor of chaos,
That ends off all faith.

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