As this all ends

It all ends on this
A word that is endless
Which is brighter than the sun
And removes the light of the moon
As the rain falls
It cannot be washed away
The filth is burned and consumed
Until no stain is found
Of blood that was spilt
Upon the imperfect grounds
And of the illusion
Of that which is perfectly round
That appears to the eyes
Deceiving the minds
As the strength of the delusion
Is persuasive to all
And causes them to fall
As this all ends
To a world that spins
Its web of winding
The minds in time
In space lost to a cause
Before it begins again