End of Days
Thristness of pain,
Water that doesn't quench your thrist
A river that flows nothing, but ashes and dirt
A pain that's been hurt
A heart that's been scarred
A universe way beyond us with only black stars
A world that doesn't turn
Life that doesn't grow
A rose that blossom in the winter
A summer with white snow
fairytales without heroes
seas never to be sailed
A child that's never born cause all humanity failed
A blind man plays the banjo of songs he hasn't rehearsed
Husbands hide their wives
to live their seperate lives
The dead may rest beneath their graves
Animals became human and humans became their slave
Human cruelty isn't a crime
We've been cruel to animals for quite sometimes
If we as people don't change our ways
It'll remain like this until the end of days.
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