I walk along the streets,
seeing the faces of different people.
I’d hate to see them wait
and find out how the world will crumble.
Their intents would start flames of anguish,
or to point similarities distinct,
or to might whom those flames extinguish,
acting either on logic or instinct.
One and the same-
Existence would cease for those who deserve it
As well as those unworthy of it
We will all perish.