the end of the end.
strenuous nights and blissful days
unfolding life without delays
now thee echo's shake
and the world rises to break
the moon doth tumble
our eyes watch it collapse too crumble
the world, no longer in our palm
no blithe no calm
the screaming the pain
the fire the rain
the plume of the earth
got the best of our worth
and now we're all to sustain
the judgment and pain
to rise to our best
and seperate the rest
devoting it all on the life we did live
because that is all we can ever give
by micall
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