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Lifeless bodies scattered in the streets.
Endless nights encompass everything in their path.
There are voices on the wind tonight.
Whispers of never-ending destruction.
The tide is rising.
The sun is falling.
The moon is ablaze.
The stars no longer shine.
Constant darkness surrounds us.
The smell of blood is in the air.
This is it.
This is the end.
We have finally met our demise.
There is nothing left for us here.
There is nothing here except death.
The fear of living.
The fear of dying.
It comes so quickly,
But moves so slowly.
It's quiet now.
The silence is deafening.
Was it all a lie?
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