The end of the world. At least for me.
Why go on? Armageddon sounds like a picnic
after today. I can't go on, won't keep plodding,
trusting "whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul." Bah, humbug!!
Who was I trying to fool? The whole world.
Who believed the crap? Just me. It's over.
There's nothing else.
What do you mean, when I've hit rock bottom
there's hope beyond me dreams? The old ones,
before they were all nightmares? You're loony,
but I'm here. I'm listening. Tell me.
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