The Never-ending Story...

In the midst of it all

Only the brave stand tall


The hour grows near

When laugh turns to fear


And children are abandoned

As mothers lay stricken


Mountains that once ruled

Lie in a heap, a dusty pool


The earth begins to shudder

So too does the odd transgressor


It is but eternity that looms ahead

As those in graves arise from the dead


To stand in front of the creator

No room for lies or banter


Like a sieve which has cleansed

The righteous ones from the damned


There are those who earn the right

To sit on thrones with pearls of white


While there those eternally cursed

To drink without quenching its thirst


The never-ending story begins

Too late to turn, atone for its sins


The never-ending story begins

An eternity of bliss, Amin

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