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The world has grown dark

Screams fill the air

Panic rises all around

Yet, I don't care



Guns go off in the distance

Bodies falling in the street

Smell of blood hits my nose

I sit still on the concrete



Missiles launch from different countries

Chaos fills the nations

Destruction fills the earth at last

I wait with anticipation



Prisoners escape and start a rampage

Christians kneel down and pray

The bad will cease the good will prosper

I expected this on dooms day.





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