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I Cried As The Countdown Began

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by Warrior_Prophet

by Warrior_Prophet

I cried and the countdown began

PJ Perry

I cried and the countdown began

Forty two thousand five hundred odd days

Then I will become a dead man

If the averages have their ways

I was born to live and to die

In between is one big why

What is the purpose of me being here?

What's the idea? It's not very clear.

Life has not come with instructions

We have to work it out for ourselves

To build or play with destruction

And try not to sit on the shelves

Play, smile, laugh and be funny

Job, work hard and try to make money

We share the world with amazing creatures

We destroy Mother Nature's features

Stations have been built in space

We turn on those we love and adore

To watch someone starve is a disgrace

We kill our brothers and sisters in war

Outwardly I wonder at the universe above

And inwardly too as we fall in love

I smile at the birth of our baby son

Then I cried with him as his countdown begun

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