by A.S. Chuba

So, everything on earth all come to end.
Extinct will be our universe someday.
And God will come, stretch out His loving Hand,
Take up His children that intimidated lay

Extinct will be our universe someday.
God is our Father; applicably He’ll
Take up His children that intimidated lay
And in their lives, He’ll make everything real

God is our Father; applicably He’ll
Take-out the wicked goats from righteous sheep.
And in their lives, He’ll make everything real
Then put us all in never-ending sleep.

Take-out the wicked goats from righteous sheep.
And God will come, stretch out His loving Hand,
Then put us all in never-ending sleep.
So, everything on earth all come to end.

A.S. Chuba is a 13-year-old Catholic girl in grade eight with a strong passion for poetry. She enjoys writing mostly dreamy freestyle poems without precise meter. She lives in Canada with her parents and four little siblings. She hopes to continue writing throughout her life and maybe bring a few people back into the True Fold.