i look up,
but heaven is too far away
will i ever make it?
will i ever really make it?
theres not much time left,
prophesies say
the end is near
the end is very near
each second i think about it,
is another second wasted
another second closer
another second even closer
with mighty rage
Earth will cry out
and give it's people what they deserve
what they truly deserve
the bluest sky
will come falling down
and end it all
without a sound
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