At the end of days - Mowz

[lyric] At the end of days, rain will fall from the skies, And every drop of myrrh that falls will be from my own eyes. As the rain falls, it will be soaked by the soils, The dust will reclaim my troubles and toils, For from the dust I have come, to the dust I’ll go, And at the end of days, this shall be so. At the end of days, winds will beat the lands, As all my unspoken words escape from my hands. The things I had wished to say, and those I already said, Will simultaneously be brought forth from within my head. What is this world, that is full of so much grief, so much strife, And yet is able to utilize that power to bring forth life? What is this world, that I cannot bear inside my mind, This world that towards it I am dumb, I am deaf, I am blind? At the end of days, the answer to every question will be told, Questions I asked, those I didn’t, both their secrets will unfold. At the end of days, the mountains will crash into the sea, Mountains of pain, of effort, of struggle, for all to see. A glorious monument will be built, at the end of days, A testament to every miserable and beautiful thing I’ve gazed. And where will I be at the final hour of them all? Will I be gasping for air as the sins and virtues leave, or stand tall? Will I return to the dust as quickly as it had brought me here, No longer knowing security nor fear? At the end of days, there will no longer be too much to bear, For all that ever was, everyone will both forever and never care. At the end of days, I will lose all that I have ever come to own, At the end of days, I will die both together and alone. Nothing is more beautiful than the horror of knowing That you know you will never know where you are going. At the end of days, every paradox will be undone, And nobody will be around to celebrate it when it’s done. At the end of days, there will forever be serenity, And never will it be disturbed by serendipity.