End of the world.

End of the world, Haven't you heard?

All over the news, totally absurd.

Kind of gives me the blues, that it's all over so soon.

Guess it's high noon, while humans were in full bloom.

But don't fret, don't despair.

We still have time to repair. What you thought it was now?

I don't really see how, so wipe the sweat off your brow.

It's not a true threat as of yet.



The End

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