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End of Time
Has it ever made you wonder,
Just how long forever is,
Is it a time that can be measured,
Once you know that you are dead...
Would you contemplate the obvious,
Or could you calculate deaths days,
Is there an end to your infinity,
Or do you just decay...
Will you ever come again my friend,
Could you rise up from the dead,
Will tomorrow ever come again,
Or will the worms just fill your head...
They say the dead will rise again,
And our souls will travel on,
Just how long is forever,
Or is what I'm thinking wrong...
It is all just so confusing,
And why should I even care,
No matter where forever is,
I will not be standing there...
I can hope for an eternity,
That will never show it's face,
Because I will just be dead,
In this lonely rotting grave...
Has it ever made you wonder,
Just how long forever is,
Is it a time that can be measured,
Once you know that you are dead...
Has it ever made you wonder,
Just how long forever is,
Is it a time that can be measured,
Once you know that you are dead...
Would you contemplate the obvious,
Or could you calculate deaths days,
Is there an end to your infinity,
Or do you just decay...
Will you ever come again my friend,
Could you rise up from the dead,
Will tomorrow ever come again,
Or will the worms just fill your head...
They say the dead will rise again,
And our souls will travel on,
Just how long is forever,
Or is what I'm thinking wrong...
It is all just so confusing,
And why should I even care,
No matter where forever is,
I will not be standing there...
I can hope for an eternity,
That will never show it's face,
Because I will just be dead,
In this lonely rotting grave...
Has it ever made you wonder,
Just how long forever is,
Is it a time that can be measured,
Once you know that you are dead...
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