End Of The World
End Of The World
The end of the world is on its way.
We've no time for games, no time to play.
I've got your back, I know of a good shack.
So how 'bout it?
Yes, the end is all too near.
The angels sing, can you hear?
Or is the melody muffled by your fear?
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T. Talbott
Writing has always been a way for me to release my emotions...As of right now, in this particularly rough moment in my life, it has greatly helped me maintain a stable and healthy mind.
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