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My Doomsday
21 days.
That’s how long we have to live.
21 days.
504 hours.
30,240 minutes.
You think I’m crazy.
Everyone thinks I’m crazy.
You say there’s no way Armageddon will happen.
I’m telling you now, its closing in on us!
You don’t have to prepare, you just have to believe me!
I’ve felt it, I’ve known it, since I was a child.
And still, no one has ever thought that I’m in the right!
I’m telling you to prepare to say goodbye at any given moment.
It breaks my heart to know that no one will ever say goodbye.
I’m a false prophet to them, but a shunned savior in my eyes.
This is how I get to go. Alone, and silenced.
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Wanted to do other things than poems. Still holds poetic aspects.