When tears of sorrow flow like a river,
When your body dissolves like slippery grains of sand,
When dreams evapourate and blood precipitates,
When the hands on the old rusty chime fall off,
When the church bell does not ring nemore,
When a hungry vulture pecks the flesh off your breaking heart and crying eye-
Then my friend its clear Doomsday is here and strangely I am now numb to fear.
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