The end

It is about the day which you have no control of anything may be apocalypse.

To be honest nothing really put me in the situation to write "the end" I felt its words first and continued.

Everything is ended.
    There is nothing to be defended.
Sick man is wounded.
    He couldn't be offended.
Raise a hand stranded.
    To whom feet so banded.
Iceberg's so melted.
    Cool sun to be smelted.
Silence appears so worded.
    Winds from hell descended.
Speech at here deserted.
    The end is now appended.

The end

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