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When the world ends

and we all stand

sayeth "dost thou"

for dost thou say

we shall

In the end

we seek to exist

to begin again

and then we pray

hoping it will all end

Then again

dare I say 

to seek

to hear

to wonder

or 

dare I long for the word

to dream

What sayest thou, almighty?

Shall it be

or will it set me free

Free of the world

free to be

free, just as me

and you

settling

wondering 

trying

seeking for ways

never to see it through

To the bitter end

it has already begun

But at the end

it only serves to begin again

When will it send

I seek as thou knowest

and when you try to say

all I see again

is the bitterness of the end

Does it all mean

to be

or to be as it was

Where again will I find

the thrills that were once on my mind

these days they do nothing,

not even dream

And in dreams they say 

it's more of the same

as they seek change

to have it all remain again

I should keep going

for no one knows

and if I look back 

I'll fear hitting send

Who cares

or do they even mean

to mean what they mean

Do they even see

that in between there is 

and always will be

stillness therein 

On days I wonder

I bother to say all these nothings

and would have it no other way

What will they read now

into the nothing that was said

should it be written

words spoken

to have it all said again

Would they even wonder?

Do they even know?

Can they even fathom?

Can they ever know?

What does it all mean

all this that's said to be

I dare not think again

for nothing there will let me do 

as I please

but oh please

it still means nothing to me

When the cold of a winter's storm 

when all that passes begins to fade

when solemn hands do cry

oh what a winter's night

inside

but never will they delight

in pleasures left behind

Does it mean what I say

do I even say it to mean

that some have wondered

and oh what a dream

I should keep going

this is the end

never again do I want it to send

to have it all begin again

Twisted

it's logic

what then?

Epic the epics

for one said as such

and though it's the same

ne'er the twain shall meet.

You're that piece of meat

I heard, so I say again

I wish I'll never eat

and as the stars have fallen

it's granted as a promise still

for it never was

to be again.