The End?

These winds grind like rocks,
Pushing and pulling with hellish force,
I see destruction innevitable,
I see terror running through the streets,
I see the faces of death scatter,
Scatter in the horrid end of our thoughts,
The culmination of our souls has begun,
The end of our lives is upon us,
I force myself to laugh,
I knew this day would come,
I hoped to cleanse the earth of this all,
All of the rabid, perpetual assholism,
Surrounding our every day-every move,
This all will die, this all will end.
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