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©2002 egf

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I feel the ground beneath me fall
the wind sweeps my body as it will
tumbling, falling, twirling..
it is playing with its kill

I do not care
nor do I worry
I have been waiting for it
and its monstrous fury

sailing down this endless void
I gasp in awe at its majesty
yet as I fall to my death
I am overcome with apathy

I do not care for this world
I do not care for its lies
there is nothing here for me
just as well.. I have met my demise