Little Girl
An apocalypse
the end of the world
was all put
together
by one little girl
jumbled on paper
craved in
stone
is a destiny
yet to be known
sewn in linen
hung
on the wall
is a sign of
Death's waiting call
death
than rebirth
its all the same
so these forces
she'll try to
tame
kill of both plains
of living and dead
put thoughts
in motion
memorized in her head
a little girl
no older
that you
thought this all up
and now its coming true