End times

The end of this

Civilisation feels

As the end of 

Times, and so it is

For many go

With their world.

With the end comes

New beginnings,

The promised time

Of light, the

New Earth, the

Promised land to

Become create by

Our collective wills

A world led by

Soul harmony rather than

Aligned thinking

A world of greatest

Creation, our creation

Our loving kindness

At large.

When the old world

Ends and the new is

Born, many will not

Make it to the new.

I do not presume for

Myself

But see the promise

Laid out before.