GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 44

DOOMSDAY Footsteps of time trudge to a day not afar When death is real Life its shrouded shadow. Age old values, eternal truths The elixir purity Long dislodged from sanctum. The salt of the earth sinks in the desert of debris. A delirious collective consciousness Crippled, cringes. Phantoms, scorched birds, depleted life fountains 44