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This worlds getting dangerous, i fear,

that humanity could go on past this year,

when really the sanity has long ago passed,

no answers given, no questions asked,

listening to a word you hear, i fear,

is the reason it'll end the same way as last year,

trusting the liars, and believing the words,

over extending myself, they chirp lies like birds,

people are people and each only care, i fear,

to not what's in front but behind in the rear,

without a way to accept and move on,

it'll be easy to have to pretend to groove on,

end my life the same as this year, i fear,

which is why i hope the apocalypse is truly near,

only way to fix it is to have a complete fire sale,

i fear this is why the Mayans reach to little old Riverdale.