Slowly rushing towards it, everyday quickly losing life ahead.
The end is always one way.
We all know it, we've all thought about it.
It's the unevitable, the unwantable, yet there's no other way around it.
So hey? What's after it? It's the question we all ask,
but nobody can answer.
It's happened a trillion times and it's still considered a disaster.
And I'm not opposing, I'm just asking:
How can people still be frightened?
If any way you look at it, it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen.
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