The End The time has come, The end is near; Our scars and tears are cloaked by fear. Those we thought were our friends, Have left us suffering in the end. The moon will soon eclipse the sun And our God will know, his work is done. ------------------------------------------------------------------ TIME Where is the love-loss? Is there no toll? Here we will suffer Until we grow old Our lives will seem wasted Amounting to nothing Until we see ourselves in the eyes of the new youth we have tasted Forty hours a week Of our lives we have spent all in the name of earning a living A living. A living, so that in this world, We may live our lives. Lives so futile, So pathetically small, that they have no signifigance, We're just a speck on the wall; A bit of paint in the mural, Spread out over the wall. *More To Come*
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