the world does not end
this much is true
often I wish I does.
but when the fire and the brimstone come
and the pillars of the world go up in golden flames
it is still there.
it still turns agonisingly slowly
and the sun sets
only to rise again.
and even when every last human has died by their own hands,
the world does not stop.
it turns just one more time.
and creates a conversation.