Maybe it happened already

The Lights of a city" and it's hoovering shades, come always so fragile, that "The End" want's know one to stay. like bad news in a glorious way. weak with greed together, fearing to feed ... it's us the billed", and who pays. still luring... towards the craving, caving cave's. and always curing" when tears are in the way. all and done keeping none, unlike the dark I did pray for some. and the dark in day will never say it share a moment in mother's day. come... come.. I see fun" go.....go..... and you still run. stay... stay... and you crawl to bring a last day. Armageddon is clay! So that makes you our guess" But were the one's that left. And You come heartless but still blessed. That's when Sometimes a mess..? Never scars or ever pains. blessing gifts for all it gives. giving daylight signs too the righteous shine of our line. Already predicting aid up grows everyone's faith. But Still no pain, and everyone sees know grain. With both moments of the day. moment to soon to now and then.. what's tomorrow if I can see today. we know who faded with out a sound. and who flew with a flawless crown. and leaves in enliven with out vedic sinking the night of scarlett and wrap sky's of amber. Armageddon now coughing Only it's end can be solution if not forgotten. sensing betrayed and have died when the ground laughs is because the world lied. that's a crying tear, in every ear. But the end is the one to hear the end is near.