At the end of it all…

At the end of it all, rice will burn
Bridges will no longer carry our sins,
Trees will go back to their maker as they came,
the sun will close its door and never open it.
At the end of it all, these words will finish,
death will go to rest
life will stop to drink water
time will pause to rest.
Rain will cry back to its maker’s pot
the sky will fold itself and reveal the secrets of heaven.
Stars will go back to their houses
and the moon will die of loneliness.
At the end of it all, colors will fade
The rainbow will be disbanded
and the ground will revenge all that is done.
Sex will now own its hex
and poems will make out with its ex.
Animals will be kings
and man shall be their slaves.
At the end of it, all that will be will be
but for now, just survive.

Ruddapoet