Poems for a country

by littelmeg

All countries have their secrets and lies. What do they really think when they are alone? Rating because I'm paranoid.

8. Chapter 8

See me here as I stand my ground

See the town come crumbling down

See the rain coming down

See the fires dying down

Hear the crying sounds

Hear their desperate cry

Hear the wind whip-through

Hear the doing town

Everything must fall

Everything must die

Everything must burn

And Everything must end

Nothing can survive

Nothing can last

Nothing can stop this

And Nothing will try