Voices yell out in my head.
Bursts of fire fill my dreams of the future.
The end of the world is not in the distance, but here, tomorrow.
The end of the world is here, as long as I am without her love.
Everyday that I am without her, the end grows nearer.
For if the world were to end, I would want my last minutes to be spent
with her.
I would love her and hold her tight.
I would protect her, and die for her love,
In the ever-lasting, very end.
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