What if peace never comes?

there will no longer be rivers flowing
there will no longer be nights
the sun will steal all of its lights

there will no longer be stars glowing
everything will become a fight
the dead shall be perfect in sight.

never will there be the winds blowing
the breeze will leave from what is left
the mind shall fall from the cleft.

there will no longer be words mowing
every sentence will have its end
and every road will no longer bend.

so, this is just
when it dies
and nothing remains in its ground.

Ruddapoet