doomsday apocalypse new world destruction death blindness sheep wolves pigs helpless ignorance hatred end times suffering fear
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The world hangs upon its final thread The screams of the living are now of the dead.
The opposite of down is foward, going up there's nowhere to go. I've been walking down the same street over and over, its time to take a different road. To see God you have to listen, to hear him you have to see.
I love that you all think the world's safe.