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This Is the End


The eyes are all upon me, now My fists clenched at my sides, The growls of many evil beasts My fear I cannot hide. A million lives are aborted, They did not care at all, They thought they'd be rewarded, oh, Now mankind, in ruins, falls. Humans ushered this way, Stripped of all egoic status. People try to flee the beasts, They jump from window's lattice. The mouth of Hell is gaping wide, Flames stoked with Human skin, I watch prophetic carnage play, On fingers, count my sins.
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Janus-Morpheus
<p>thank you! :)</p>
g0nnabeme
Wow, you're awesome! I love your sophistication, its absolutely amazing.

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