| As something had emerged from tenantless expanse
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| It became clear the cessation was identified
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| Yet how majestic was the sight
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| Attestant to rarefaction
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| Ineffectual planets lost
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| Obsessed I return to gaze
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| This adverse luster I praise
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| Galaxies diminish
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| Whole worlds are then turned into dust
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| From which they had been born
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| Boundless it consumes only to expand
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| A once empty void impregnated with its mass
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| Its approach salient from earth
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| In awe man stands in question
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| Is this beginning or end
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| We submit to empyrean onslaught
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| This world has been condemned
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| Yet as I watch this absolute chaos
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| Beauty lives despite voluminous loss
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| I cannot believe
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| Beauty lives despite voluminous loss
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| Our universe ravaged by stardust
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| Devoured in a cloud of visual euphoria
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| This glorious cloud enraptures me
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| Countless lives obliterated
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| In the celestial haze
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| We submit to the star born onslaught
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| Satisfied by it’s embrace
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| As everything falls away
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| My mind is somehow sane.
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| The ones I love are reduced to ash
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| Yet, I am still sane
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| The world crumbles apart and I am the last man on earth
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| I observe everything die as I observed the sky
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| Apathetic was the fall, as I was entranced by the lights
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| With a smile on my face, I feel my flesh waste away
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| With the last moments of my life, I think how funny this picture is
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| Mankind spent so much time pondering how the world would end
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| Do you think they ever thought that nobody would care
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| Did you ever think that it would end by celestial pestilence
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| Pestilence |