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Apiece of heaven In twenty seven Falls from the sky So many will die Some are left to cry The world will reel But it will heal It needs to be understood Fire burns all that's wood For food people will fight The world looses its light Forever night The world changes Rearranges Gone is the places we knew No plants grew Most animal life Lost amid the strife Mankind's darkest hour No one in power Dark days ahead How will the survivers be fed Confusion runs free This frightens me All that I see A world go's mad Sad Struggling to survive Those still alive Don't know if I want to be there So unfair End of time End of my rhyme