down narrow valleys of strife we trail and tread

and even though not a thing in us or wind is said

it is verily known that the world will soon end

but on the faces of death dealers and charity's leaders

there places a long an easy grin for all we ever desired

was the end not portrayed however in what we said

but what we so longed for is to be dead

our hopes and passions destined for heaven

 although maybe I'm quite mistaken

that something so grand can be lowly taken

maybe it's but a road to hell we are making

full of good intentions, but we are faking

and of heavens grasp we are shaken

so the end, we fear, being swallowed and forsaken