When the world nears its end, nothing ever seen will appear in the sky.
A mysterious force spreads everywhere, a scent unknown, quiet yet shy.
A booming voice echoes through the air, signaling the end of all life.
Hold your ground, and don’t give up the fight, until your dreams are within sight.
Bright rays inspire me to rise; no day has dawned like this before.
Morning turns to afternoon, and light flows like water, only to cease
When the Creator commands, the world obeys in silent peace.
,,Jameel,,