DOOM

The power of nature
The power of god
We can predict
But we can't control

It comes when we're not looking
We never see it when it strike
We only wake up after it's dark
But it's too late, the sun has long set

And peoples scattered all over the globe
Some lose their life some lose their mind
Trying to find the road that lead home
They will be found, if they're lucky enough

The world might end today
But whose world is it?
Is it yours? Is it mine?
We'll never know
We can only prepare our soul


Written by: Cristwever Wong
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