The end is near,
I'm full of fear.
Nothing makes any sense,
People always laughing at my expense.
The end is near,
I cannot peer,
into the soulless eyes,
that only hold anguish and broken cries.
The end is near,
all they do is jeer.
Always ignoring the signs,
that someone's about to die.
The end is near,
everything's a smear.
Blending into one,
darker than the sun.
The end is near,
I can't stay here.
Echoes in the dark,
hurting and leaving their mark.
The end is near,
and I need to steer,
far away from the thing,
that cries as it sings.
The end is near,
the heat, it sears.
Can't take it anymore,
heart aching at the core...!
The end is near...
All is quiet here...
Nothing makes a sound...
Blood is spilled on the ground...
...The end is here.
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The Book of Randomness
RandomThis is just a bunch of random stuff that: 1. Makes me mad 2. Makes me laugh 3. And just random stuff in general
