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In your eyes

you've clearly seen

A shadow of what

time may bring

The end is near

the prophet screamed

So you no longer

chase that dream

All our days

the end's been told

A bomb won't let

our rage grow old

Hope is gone

our future sold

That feeling

has the fatal hold

If the dream is sacrificed

I fear the end

will be the price

Of the prophet's scream