The grand finale.

A red horse comes-
With him assured cessation-
Catastrophic conflagration-
There will be no reprieve-
No eternality-
Beseech what you believe-
Implore the winds, the spirits, the voices in your head-
Tell us all, if any hears what you've asked-
You think contrarily I know, but not everything was made to last-
Tear it down, burn it down-
I see no hope-
The only rope you'll know, that you think will lead you into the here-after-
Will be tied to a rafter-
False words-
Simple and guised-
Will lead to epic-proportions of demise-