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Death

You see muntant turtles knawing on children People bleeding blood of stress The Earth is burnt by fire It's sinking into a black hole In hours the Earth and everythng in it will perish Or was it just a dream No It's real You're running to escape Earth's clutches You run out of time You slowly breathe for air Then you die a slow, painful death Death

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