endoftheage
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I once was a saint pure and true
procting the things closest to me and you
but then came a monster filled hate
we stared from afar, seperated rusty gates
Then before I saw a child
The children play with the toy soldiers,
Battling for candy and toys.
They throw around the toy soldiers,
Adding their own background noise.
The dawn of man is coming to end. The Son of Man is here this is no myth and not a child playing pretend. Mankind is evil from the day that we're born but there is hope as time passes and our skin is withered and worn.
