Chapter One

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APOCALYPSE
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The apocalypse is supposed to be this burning hellfire
That is meant to perish everything in its sight
But my apocalypse is dark, cold winter
That will slowly take me away in my sleep.

So I seek your presence, to hide my fears;
As the end is inevitable like the Winter.

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