The Old Ways Days
The Old Ways Days
The old ways are days turned to dust
Not not even ash or funeral garb
Rotting in a collapsed coffin
Or blowing in the wind
A branch of a tree
Still standing but only just
It will fall this is a given
But when and under why
This is yet to be determined
Be warned you must prepare
The end is coming
Of what?
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