Endings are so foolish
but it comes like a compulsion
sweep up the deck of whining fragments
Feeling vague repulsion
Good for nothing little sapling
the rot already apparent
the structure uninspiring
the flaws grossly transparent
If I was looking for an end
to end all lies to end all wars
the world it will not go away
and those are coffin lids not doors
I’ll end it on depression
hopeless hope that’s nothing new
but it ends and that’s a start
and it does build like 2 + 2
what
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