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This is the end
He said
The earth is overrun with tears and dead grass and broken hearts
Of disaster and pandemonium
What have I done?
He said
I have created a race of peoples who destroy themselves and call it success
We are of this soil
Created to grow and nourish others
But instead
We saw beauty and called them weeds
Created an artificial paradise
Thought it was the world
But the world was bigger than our eyes could ever see
When the stars died out so did we
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Maybe this was why we were made of the earth, the dirt brown entwined with our core existence. Brown. The colour associated with failure. Because we were destined to fail- and he knew it.
