Why? The fools question
You wonder what will happen
You ponder at the cause
You yell and scream and curse
Wondering what it was
And why it's getting worse
The answers are covered
By a mist unseen
A fog of doubt you live without
Fearing what it brings
I tell you this my brothers
Raise your head to the heavens and pray to the moon
For the end is coming soon
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