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The End of the World

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I fear not the day
When our fathers and
Mothers fall away.
Though abandoned,
Forgotten and led astray,
The path we walk is
Always the right way.

I fear not the day
When all the colors
Slowly fade away
Until my eyes
See only gray.
Men are only men,
We grow old anyway.

I fear not the day
When I am buried
In stardust and clay.
Although, my skin,
The mud will flay,
My skull and bones
Will forever stay.

Then in my ear
You whisper softly
"If you run away, my dear,
I'll chase you till the world ends."
It is when I start to fear,
For my world has long ended
When I shed my last tear.




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