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The end was never a question, just an idea no one wanted to believe. Billions of years of evolution, and for what? Karma; the universe giving us what we deserve.
It started with a disease, random outbursts, then more specific, groups disappearing -a new kind of draft. Scientists couldn't find a cure. Then people couldn't find the scientists. The glorious death attack.
Then it came in waves, everything being washed away. Skeletons slow dancing on the atlantic floor in the beauty of defeat -one two three, one two three- in beat with the destruction of the dream.
We were all made to be destroyed.