The End
Suppose that there was no life,
That humans were the last ones left.
Suppose that the Earth began to crumble,
Leaving us with no refuge.
Suppose that our world was ending,
That our lives were falling away.
Suppose that we had no choice,
But to sit back and wait for death’s open arms.
But also suppose that death wasn’t a bad thing,
That it was a gateway to something else.
Suppose that the end of our world and our lives
Was only the beginning of a new, better world.
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