The changes and tides,
The colors of the rainbow,
The neutrality that can be seen as pretty or painful,
The world we were born to.

The pain and the hurt,
The sucides and murders,
The abuse and incompetence,
The people in this world.

The beginning of all things,
Was not just the beginning of our world,
The time when time began,
Started to tick in other places besides here.

The love and soulmates,
The new born child,
The betrayal we serve eachother,
The turning of our backs upon what's to ugly for us to see.

The end of all things,
Would never come,
For the end is just a major change,
When everything we know, and everything we don't,
Turn their colors.

The beginning of all things,
Was not just the beginning of our world,
The end of all things,
Is just a change of reality.
 
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