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THE END

By Petty Dreadful

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At the end of everything,

the ancient one still roams.

One by one, the stars go out,

and leave this monster alone.

 

Drifting through the blackness,

whole universes, dust.

All of time now only memories,

and gone with but a gust.


 
 

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