The End Of Time
I was standing in a place where the good present was past,
And the bad future was present.
The past was already a tiny memory in our brains
Where all were wishing for an undo button! !
We want to go and change our bad past,
To bring a better future
But now, life has become the worst of all times
Where people wish either for death or royalty.
So, death has entered all the minds on earth…
So, it is only a matter of time before death merges with life for real.
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