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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