End is Near
It was too late The cancer would be cleansed It would be torn from its host Mankind was the cancer In despair he wept, And the night, so callous in its indifference, Offered no comfort.
End is Near
It was too late The cancer would be cleansed It would be torn from its host Mankind was the cancer In despair he wept, And the night, so callous in its indifference, Offered no comfort.
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