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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