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My Girl at the End

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By Aidan Romo


When the world is going down,


And all my hope is gone,


There is no pure somebody to


Alleviate the rage.


The world is turning mad.


Everything seems sad to


Watch. Let me walk off blind


To the end.


Senators selling us cheap


By the multi-thousands


Because we aren’t what they can use


For their hollow esteem.


The world is raving mad.


Everlasting fads of


Insanity follows


‘Till the end.


Our sphere is catching fevers


For our declining minds.


Rather have a fancy house than


Nurture our real home.


The world is making mad.


People turning bad on


Themselves to cope with things.


Will it end?


Tears of all the destitute


Are drifting far away.


They are getting locked in cages,


They seem too hard to save.


The world is speaking mad


But I can feel glad, for


I got me a good girl


For the end.

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