So this is how it ends,
Struck dumb by bolts of white lightning,
Blinded in conflict, never healing, battle never mends,
Reeling naked in murk, deathly silent, so dark and frightening.

So this is how this story ends,
Rendered speechless, tortured under a scorching sun,
Singed and marred, scarred by living and learning trends,
Quickstep 'cross scorched savanna, time unraveling 'til fully undone.

So this is how life ends,
Queer rapping, strange tap tap tapping, no belly laugh or dance,
Order entranced, advancing t'wards a deep abyss, conjoined with tainted friends,
Pray cap this trap if wisdom dare, higher profits ne'er merely gain a sweet romance.

So this is how forthright less romance ends,
When eyes go blind, digits no longer colouring inside specific lines,
Clenched fists stir great boiling pots, war drums flout immoral current trends,
Haunted masters blow haunting horns, raising cheers and beerhall steins.

So this is how it goes,
Apocalypse soon, jacked-up by qualms of negative human fears,
Is biblical relevance truly out there? Can any being really know?
What next? Prayers, pillars of salt, braised pork ribs, more cold beers?

So is this how it ends?
Desert owls perching, detached in that parched arid zone,
Sorcerer's eyes blink twice then thrice, feathered heads turn and bend,
Mythic wisdom, so wise old owls hoot, calling Gaia's name with a Holy tone.

So this is how it ends,
Noble rainbows attached to feathered dreams, fading into black,
Prismatic sceptres dividing, projected through a shattered lens,
Spectral visions trace primal screams, marauding down a primitive track.