When I snap my finger’s you’ll see the end of the world. A new dawn shall begin; of purity and affection. Our lives, such convoluted and selfish, will change. She has called for it. A sound so bitter will ring, it pierces the skin like a knife on soft flesh. Corruption and poverty, for such sins we have committed. Yet we continue from birth to death without a second thought. But what of she, this mysterious beauty. Who is this force of nature to commit such an act. Mother Eden be thy name; Earth has come to reclaim its lost territory.
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