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The end
In the end what will we be
dust floating in an empty atmosphere
silly particles bouncing around
no one will ever know your secrets
no one will ever see your nightmares
in the end we might be alone
or maybe with dear friends and family
we may start over in a new universe full of a new kind of chaos
we might be born knowing the truth
at birth is when we recieve the most knowledge
simply looking into someone's eyes
and knowing their stories
its a dangerous skill that we loose while noticing other menacing patterns
our kind simply can't handle that kind of power
we'll abuse it till we kill everything in our path
wreckless and pathetic
like angry puppies
in the end we can start over
in a new imperfect world
maybe then we can handle something special
