*Warning~ graphic writing styles*

When we reach the end as we know,
will we be saints or will we be damned?

People like you and me
live a life of well-being,
and human kindness,
as the earth lacks it,
every minute that passes.

We cling to the wings
that hold us up
determined to not let them burn
from our existence as we are
threatened by the malevolence
we feed each other;
it runs through our veins,
like thick, unsubstantiated
toxins that fog us into delusions.

Those same wings that we depend on are lost,
And they never return to us
as we battle our final battle,
With out bloodied hearts in hand,
And a little faith that keeps us standing.

—NOTVANTE