[374] Infinite Jest of Living

It’s the end of the world⁣
I’m screaming to no one at all⁣
A lonely death of a lonely mind ⁣
finding peace in its plight⁣
Caressing regrets of our times⁣
Sleeping with kindness at night⁣

Oh it’s the end of the world⁣
Empires of kings and queens ⁣
flashes of a dynasty⁣
Killings of a hundred languages⁣
Extinct animals used to practice ⁣
Lying under the stars that would kill ⁣
our sacred dreams that remain unfulfilled ⁣
Living courageously in the face of a storm⁣
All for a futile cause ⁣

It’s the end of the world⁣
The smell of roses that ⁣
mend all the wounds of ⁣
a thousand thorns of a⁣
memory accrued ⁣
Finding peace in the⁣
chaos of the world ⁣
The dictators that ⁣
fell to the revolution⁣
of the world ⁣

It’s the end of the world.⁣

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