Fire falls from the skies
Doomsday is here, we’re ready
Accept bitter ends
Whisper prayers, dream of death
Let go of the final breath
Final Breath (a tanka)
doomsday
Demon Days (a poem)
I want to be endless
But there’s no time left for us:
Doomsday Clocks near midnight
In moonlit nights of loathing
Dystopian futures show me ways
We all go astray, if we don’t
Stick to narrow paths and submit
To the will of God’s frenzied crying
