The end times are upon us, Stalking us like some great predator, Waiting for the final sands to fall In a whirlpool of chaos As they land in a heap at the hourglass bottom. I can feel the earth heave beneath me Like a pent-up bull— Building its fury till the gate is thrown asunder And the beast can rampage, Trampling all in its path, Wanting only to gore its tormentor on long, sharp horns. Someone, some hero of an age long past Should help us— I feel the call to action. I will heed the call. I will act. I will be the hero. I will splinter the gate and shatter the glass, Releasing the horsemen in all their fury. And when the world looks up to me, Its grim keeper, And begs me to collar the destruction, I shall look back at humanity, I shall see its hatreds, its cruelties, and its crimes, And I shall whisper, “No.”
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