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where is this world going that we can't see a truth when can't we see that the end is past we are just the rest what is left what was meant to never be begun with only an end off balance a top set to spin and spin into apathetic oblivion wishes are like nice days they come and go but never really make the hope true only making the bitter slide tolerably sweet what is beyond this bottom we can see where we are going but no one knows where it ends