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When the End Comes

This is the phase before the end of days. When threads of humanity will unwind to spill throughout the universe and find all that we cherished will soon flash and blaze, and history will be lost, in the daze. This prediction made is not mine alone, you find it scattered in our human past, a primal fear that nothing good can last. Perhaps tomorrow all we know is gone and man will never see another dawn. This apocalyptic future may come true, for we don't possess a crystal ball. If each and every one of us should fall and humankind drifts past heaven’s view nothing would be left -but my love for you.

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