I Sometimes Dream of What it Would Be Like Just Moments Before the World Ends

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I sometimes dream of what it would be like just moments before the world ends.

Ash falling like snow, choking life in its counterfeit winter
Orange glows in the distance, signals of the end of time
Teary-eyed mothers clinging to their children, weeping their final goodbyes

I sometimes dream of what I would do just moments before the world ends.

I would lie in the grass of a park, enjoying nature for one last moment
Or sing a song at the top of my lungs, announcing my acceptance of our fate
Or embrace loved ones for the last time, thanking them for a life worth living

I sometimes dream of who I would be with just moments before the world ends.

And this dream is always the same, no matter the ending
Hand in hand and peaceful in your grasp
I am with you