Destiny (an original poem) by qew

this is a message from the future,
pay attention, this applies to you,
this is your destiny...

people on earth now have all died,
there was only a few of the strong that survived,
those of them that had two faces,
that hid in the long dark spaces,
which all came from different places,
from each of the worlds forgotten nations,
with no hope of ever relating,
people never stopped the hating,
these people were not strong enough,
to handle a thing that was so tough,
to live in a world with no sun nor shade,
to go on with out eating for days upon days,
to survive all the panic and murderous ways,
it was human nature to destroy what they'd made,

how many people had you met,
that without them you would regret,
the life that they have left behind,
a worthless life of pain and crime,
people who didnt deserve to live,
shouldnt have had the choice to give,
who didnt believe in what they cant touch,
and shattered a world without trying to much,

how many people had u met,
that you could have bet,
woulda been there to save the day,
when your world had all gone away,
maybe just one, or 2 maybe 3,
for if you could youd be lucky you see,
because in this whole world,
there was only a handfull,
of the people who stood to do battle,
they were there no matter the odds,
they stood strong and tall with a cause,
and caught the pieces that once was didnt matter,
and tried to rebuild the world that was shattered,
they saved the place they once called home,
the worst was behind them and started to roam,

the human race was almost gone at last,
and im telling you it came to pass,
a day when all these people who,
stood up for what they believed was true,
faught for what once was theirs,
and saved them from their final hours,
they lead them threw the darkest night,
to see the day, to see the light,

people did whatever they could,
without stopping to think if they should,
if it raised up their own station,
they would go to war and kill a whole nation,
this is what those people believed in,
a world that survived in total sin,
one day they all finally learned,
that their world was baught before it was earned,
and they were pressured by the others,
into killing each of their own brothers,
and the weak ones didnt take long to die,
and only the strong could ever survive,

but untill that day they sat in wait,
when it was already far too late,
and this world they once built was destructed,
taught each a lesson about how they had fucked it,
they sat and slit their own throats open,
untill the last word that was spoken,
not words of wisdom that were chosen,
but just sounds of muffled torture,
the blood rained on them and it poured,
then it was all so perfectly clear,
that in the end there was nothing to fear,
it was the the one true calling,
that all these people must die falling,

chose your friends and chose them well,
for a world of people are all dammed to hell,
when they saw the final humiliation,
of this exististance in which they were raised in,
they looked back and saw how foolish they were,
and felt even lower being the men that they are,

and when it was all over,
the earth just shruged its shoulders,
for a great weight had been lifted,
death of man was their greatest thing gifted,
balance would be braught back to this earth,
a cleansing, a healing, a comeplete rebirth,

maybe if some of them had survived,
they would teach the children how not to die,
and learn from mistakes that they had once made,
that lead them to their early graves,
and one day things would be just fine,
when people were forgotten the sun did shine,
and shone brighter and grew grass greener than ever,
the end of the plauge of people was better late than never,

this, enevibility,
was due to the inablity,
to see our own destiny,
we have this one warning,
to see our fate unfolding,
we can see it comming,
why do we keep running,
from a chaotic fate for which we wait,
the only way to end the hate,
it was the only way,
it was the price we paid,
why is it all these people had to die?
so that only the strong would survive,

the people who died with great pain,
did not do so all in vain,
the ones who remain if any in heaven,
a time will come where peace will settle,
the greatest lesson we could learn,
was taught to us by those who burned,
was that nothing is given unless it is earned,

maybe it was global warming,
if it was it came without warning,
maybe then they started the bombing,
to finally begin the worlds great calming,
but the hate grew and grew so much,
that i think thats what killed all of us,

whatever the reason,
whatever season,
it maybe this year,
it maybe in 20,
but it will happen,
and we wont be ready,
ive seen it happen in a dream,
as horrible as it may seem,
you may think its just crazy,
your sight is just a little hazy,
you can break all the branches,
you can tear off the leaves,
but i can still see the forest,
through all the trees,
this is our chaotic fate,
but if we try it is not too late,

no more terror no more cancer,
no more governments is the answer,
no more countries and wouldnt it seem funny,
if we all didnt have to fight over money,
we wouldnt have to goto war,
because we'd forget what we're fighting for,

a world built from high above,
a world built with peace and love,
a world to keep a world our own,
a world that we could call our home,

it had to be our final goodbye,
before we realized that we would all die,
finally tho at the very least,
this world we destroyed will be at peace,
too bad we had to learn this way,
why cant we all start today?