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Mar 2015
The final day is coming soon;
I know not what will happen.
Questions rise,
To where I go or what I'll become.
Tension I must surmount.
This day will hold many fates;
Only one may I choose.
Standing at the dawn of time;
The world in my hands.
Perchance,
Standing at the end of time;
The world crushing from above.
Nathan
Written by
Nathan  Kelowna, British Columbia
(Kelowna, British Columbia)   
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