When the world is over, I'll know. Will you? I hope so. I wonder what it will be like.

Perhaps everything will grow dark and thunder clouds will dance in the sky threatening the world below. Rain will pour down for days and days drowning anything and everything on the surface. Lightning will streak the sky and thunder will clap loud.

The world isn't over yet though. So every morning the sun will still shine down on our 'perfect little world' and everyone will be depresingly happy.

The greatest fear of all will crowd through the night towering down on the innocent helpless people.

Does this sound familiar?

It does to me. Innocent peoples lives being ruined the "thunder" of guns "lightening" down on them striking them hard to the ground with bleeding wounds and their lives flashing before their eyes. Desperate cries for help from screaming children crying for their dead mom's thinking that she must just be sleeping, screaming 'wake up! wake up'. Men bravely march into battle slaying and killing anyone that is in their way to win. Afraid of being slayed themselves. You can't help notice that the people whom started this war are safe and sound from all harm.

Gasping for breath, laying on the cold muddy ground with the sound of gun shots all around. Sharp pain tears through the body and a friend cries NO risking his own life to save yours but it's...to late.

This is so familiar to me. Maybe this will be when the world ends...when nobody wins the battle.

~Crystal~