End Sophia Sculley
When the sun sets and the world ends You can forget all of your fine-feathered friends And turn your back on the ocean blue On your curiosity, on what’s false and true And escape into the clean, cold abyss You won’t feel a thing, won’t be able to miss The touch of a hand, or a firm command The comfort of toes sunk into the land Numb and cauterized, and dead Your soul will roam empty space and tread On stars, faraway and from humanity ascended And, oh, will you praise the day the world ended.
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