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The end is near,

If none of you can hear,

The children laugh gleefully,

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Or the birds sing cheerfully,

Why are we still listening,

Whens theres no joy to hear,

The end is near,

And we are all blind,

Always looking behind,

Why can't we see,

The damage we can't

And what we do to others,

Do it we are told,

To end the pain we feel,

But all we do it increse it,

And thats where we truly end