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The Alternation of Our End


When we are born we are all naive                                                                                          Quickly we are tricked to only see peace                                                                                Especially in those who are trained decieve                                                                                  And sadly so their followers increase                                                                                           The world goes through pollution and hate                                                                                                                                                     Yet we still keep going in a carless way                                                                                                                                                     If we do not stop it'll be too late                                                                                                                                                 Here comes the crying and screaming on our last day                                                                                                                                            Some will go to find comfort in churches                                                                                                                                    While others will stay in their own fear                                                                                                                                                      And they who rely on their researches                                                                                                                                 Will soon see the chaos very clear                                                                                                                                                                            Thus our fate is finally set                                                                                                                                            Now all we can do is shut our eyes and regret             

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Katmor1017
<p>Wrote this years ago, sorry for the spacing issues.</p>

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