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Much Worse

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9/30/2018
One thing I've come to realize
is how this world is built on lies
from without or from within
full of everlasting sin
and when my final day is here
I'll accept my fate; I'll have no fear
as the world burns to the ground
I'll burn with it, without making a sound
and while the people scream and yell
I know I've already lived through hell
So call the home, ready the hearse
what's to come can't be much worse

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