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Sep 2011
Sitting on,
his front porch.
Watching, the people,
as they walk by.

Wonders,
what will they do?
When it's all over,
the end of time.

He's gone off the deep end,
lost in his thoughts.
He's gone off the deep end,
lost on his thoughts.

Lost in,
all his thoughts.
Thinks the worlds ending,
when it is not.

Screaming,
his prophecy.
Always asking himself,
what can't they see?

He's gone off the deep end,
lost in his thoughts.
He's gone off the deep end,
lost on his thoughts.

Laughing,
at people.
No one, had listened,
to what he said.

Now we're,
fading away.
Destroyed, our planet,
now we're all dead.

We've gone off the deep end,
can't save ourselves.
We've gone off the deep end,
killed our planet,
can't save ourselves.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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