~ the end is near ~

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I can see the ground
Beneath my feet crumbling
The words that had been marked
Coming to reality
I can see the warning signs
But I'm too weak
To act on it
All I do at nights is,
Lie down in my bed,
Terrified to admit
The truth
Even in my head
That the faith from
My heart has faded
This world,
The humanity,
Compassion, empathy
Love, and peace
Are all coming to an end

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