Alright I really do not want to go. 2 poems is not a nice number so 3 should do the trick.
The End:
Destruction and death await all who live
The light will into darkness give
Buildings will be blown into a great gust
The trees will wither back to dust
Horses crying out their very last neighs
Snow dogs fainting, stranding their sleighs
Fishes start breathing in human-breathed air
The ocean blue loses its flair
Dust will block out the once brightening sun
Even the cheetahs cannot run
Mount Everest will seem even higher
The squids down below will tire
The ground would then sink down into the Earth
Those would tell you why there's no mirth
Eventually the world implodes
That is the path, those are the roads
This world will go down because of your hate
This is the rhyme, this is your fate
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