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I'm sure that When the world ends The sky will be beautiful One of those days That looks like a Dollar store Painted  landscape In a chipped and dusty Golden frame I'm sure that Everyone will probably Have gone to work or To the pool or Out to eat or Just sat like some Seem to do I'm sure that fog Will settle on leaves And bark in A forest Where deer and Birds will graze Unseen Undisturbed I'm sure that The people Will think about All the stuff that Sits in their houses The cornucopia of Usesless **** that they Spent all of their lives Trying to amass I'm sure thoughts will Wander to the Dusty knickknacks On bookshelves Filled with those Books that they Meant to read About the Pots and pans And cans of spam The gourmet Frozen meals The fridge The stove The whole house Melting into goo They will think About watching their Ambitions Hard work Time Money Love All going up In flames Subsequently, It will I'm not so sure That you will be With me when the World ends If that's true The world has Already ended And I may as Well be a pile of goo In some wall street **** birds mind As the skyscraper Crumbles from Beneath his feet
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Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
Gazing Out a Train Window
I'm sure that When the world ends The sky will be beautiful One of those days That looks like a Dollar store Painted  landscape In a chipped and dusty Golden frame I'm sure that Everyone will probably Have gone to work or To the pool or Out to eat or Just sat like some Seem to do I'm sure that fog Will settle on leaves And bark in A forest Where deer and Birds will graze Unseen Undisturbed I'm sure that The people Will think about All the stuff that Sits in their houses The cornucopia of Usesless **** that they Spent all of their lives Trying to amass I'm sure thoughts will Wander to the Dusty knickknacks On bookshelves Filled with those Books that they Meant to read About the Pots and pans And cans of spam The gourmet Frozen meals The fridge The stove The whole house Melting into goo They will think About watching their Ambitions Hard work Time Money Love All going up In flames Subsequently, It will I'm not so sure That you will be With me when the World ends If that's true The world has Already ended And I may as Well be a pile of goo In some wall street **** birds mind As the skyscraper Crumbles from Beneath his feet
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Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
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