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The End of Days
A cause that is so worth the fighting for,
A plight at the heart of every single war.
But when the raven speaks it's last nevermore,
A despair sets in like none before.
The darkness deepens and rain starts to pour,
The death wish is the last thing we ever saw.
All's sung and wrote, and said and done,
All's in a victory that's been lost or won.
When man can't tell between storm and sun,
And death becomes his only source of fun.
The comfort barrel of a solace gun,
The death from which we'll never run.
This is what happens when all wars end,
This is on what humanity does depend.
In spite of family love and every friend,
The blood and death lurks 'round every bend.
And in human nature can we defend,
The despair which we can't comprehend.
The land beneath your feet rolls no more,
The cataclysm faced upon the farthest shore.
The end of man when all's been done before,
The sudden conviction you can't ignore.
The deaths grip which only Proverbs saw
That, By Wise Council You Shall M
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