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Ending Of All
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Ending Of All

Poem By Randy McClave

Someday we all will turn to dust
As there will be an end to us all
And as assuredly as iron will rust
Death for us all, it will fall.

The stars will fall from the sky
And the sun will become dead
Everything we perceived will die
And no one will hear the last word said.

The nights will then be forever
No sound will ever be heard
All living and births will sever
Our living and history will be absurd.

Randy L. McClave

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