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It seems so hard
to find the light
In a world
become so dark.
With beauty and sunshine
out of sight
I aim,
But miss the mark.
I sit all alone in my chair
while I wait
For self destruction,
the coming of The End.
I can not be saved,
you've come too late
My soul
unable to mend.
No point to cry now,
save your tears
you'll need them
more here soon.
Finally it's come,
after all these years
A cloud overhead
full of doom.
The time has come,
now it's here
Disease is spread
in hearts of men.
Your mind is absorbed
by silenced fear
The end of the peace
once again.
Inspiration has gone
like the hush of wind
A musty scent
in the air.
God looks down
upon all who have sinned
I was a good girl,
I swear.
It seems so hard
to find the light
In a world
become so dark.
With beauty and sunshine
out of sight
I aim,
but miss the mark.
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