World is never destroyed

Just Rebuilt

Buildings will crumble

Bits of pieces tumbling down

It will soon enough crash

Trees torn from their roots

lying on their side

hugging dirt

Mother Nature will try to wipe us out

with her whipping winds,

her drowning waters.

Lives will be swallowed

Smoldering ashes will grasp the world

by its own hands and suffocate it

but the world would only pass out

The world will embrace hell

andstil come out with a fighting breath