Black clouds form above a deep blue sky...
The sun stops shining, and flowers start to die
The tranquil fall of rain sings a saddened lullaby
Drowning in a lake of sorrow,
The world passes by.

The caw of a crow will let us know of what's to come
A new black dawn will emerge once it's begun
The web of life descends,
From the spider by which it's spun
When the world falls apart,
All of life that's left is none.

Children are crying, the world is dying,
Yet we just sit and weep,
A voice of one, can change but none,
it's time we start to speak.

Torn apart, we have no heart,
To feel of what's to come,
Alone I stand, with noose in hand,
The End of Things to Come.

 
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