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The World Ends
I open my door
From whence I was called fore
And have a scare beyond compare
As I see nothing—
I feel nothing.
Where there should be light
Where a corridor tends to preside
The emptiness now to abide.
The world has ended
I tell myself, suspended
In a mindset of terror
Then, a light
That floods the hall in which I stand
And I blink in the bright
As comes into focus
The features of my comrade
Who smiles and begins to laugh
At the panic I had.
