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The World Is Gone

The wind is blowing the dust through the air The air is toxic and full of filth All my breaths are tarnished Hard to breathe and hard to see The air is poisonous which killed all that is important A wasteland before me A desert in plain Hell The atmosphere slowly diminishes As my body implodes The earth is crumbling Breaking apart in space I always wondered why This was something I had to face Leaving debris all over the place This world has gone, left without a trace

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