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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How The World Will End</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world will end, when its least expected<br>When the days grow numb as dull November <br>Drifting sagged cardboard from silhouettes of heaven <br>As every face becomes a portrait of its own grave<br>A masque medicated to professional wake <br>Living day by day for the cuckoo disbursement<br>Regulated by numbers in scheduled hours <br>Collapsing our faith in the alley of bones <br>Where we are set free to one day roam </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The world will end, without a goodbye<br>It will fade in a whimper without a big bang<br>Like water tip toeing on an unassuming stone<br>Parched penetrating the sewage of rusted charcoal <br>Yes the world will end the world will end<br>Counting down the grains of an hour glass eye<br>When there is less of a future and more of a past<br>Staring behind flesh of disintegrating glass</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because someone neglected tell you things have now past </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The world will end when you don't see it end <br>With larks still singing and the June bugs fly<br>And there's still a cool breeze from a blue canopy <br>But then something rises and tastes all to biter <br>And you examine your life to see what remains<br>Is now a series of moments divided by events<br>Inexplicably sorted between this one and next <br>Becoming an albatross wreathed as a lapel </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The world will end, every moment of your existence <br>When every day you rise without knowing yourself<br>And you feel yourself sliding into apathies door <br>Superfluous sad neglecting to a role of stale urine <br>As you realize each day grows tedium with yearning <br>While your breathings compelled to concrete mold <br>You look at the morning of sunlight's gold arrows<br>And bury yourself between the sheets of your friends</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because you now realize this is the world's end</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kevin+Patrick">Kevin Patrick</a><div class=q>
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When the days grow numb as dull November 
Drifting sagged cardboard from silhouettes of heaven 
As every face becomes a portrait of its own grave
A masque medicated to professional wake 
Living day by da..."></div>
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