Something I wrote for my pops when I released my second paper on the school publication.

The Poem is Basically base on Nostradamus. Who prophecies was about the end of the world and a new beginning.

Is it the End of the World?
How can it be possible for a mere mortal living in this rented world for hardly a seventy years, suddenly come and claim something so weird and totally unacceptable like the end-of-the-world stuff?

A poem.

Revelations from a dream.