The End
dissillisioned thoughts will cover and rise
darkness and death will fill our eyes we will
lose and they shall abuse take what we have
and find what we lose they will lie and con
and soon we will find love is gone leaving
us with no reason to carry on the sun wont
fall at the break of dawn the grass wont
grow and the flowers wont bloom life as we
know it will create its own doom
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