The sky is on fire,
Filled with burning desire,
Eclipsing everything around the horizon,
Unwilling to listen to reason
He looks down into the crowds,
Surprised of his own creation,
Withering away at the very foundation
Letting us drive it all downhill,
Or is this just an illusion?
Mere pawns of chess in confusion
Still in all it's glory with its shining crown,
Ushering in the hope of a new dawn,
Until it's completely gone
Is hoping to see a shift strange?
Is that him within the clouds, grinning?
Is this the end, or is it just the beginning?
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