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Ending ENDEAVOR_LEFT FOR DEAD BUT WITH YOUR COMMENT AS MY NOTE!!!!

Hey guess what its time! "Time for what?" TIme for a poem hahah yes it is..anyways I once again want to thank all of you for supporting me along the way! WOW 70 FANS THAT"S a lot thank you so much for doing that for me, well now its time for a poem for everyone to read well enjoy it and I liked it personally for its general theme!

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Title: Ending Endeavor

Days are numbered and slowly divided and subtracted.

The worlds empty and a stomach hollow.

The mouth growls for hunger..

Its asking for what it wants but sadly cannot have.

Yet we all seem to be in this cycle of repeat..

With the things that are asked for that of which can't be given..

Selfishly we...are destroying the damaged.

With the things of everyday life.

But what are we doing in return?

WE take what's proclaimed ours and gave back nothing..but trash.

Were losing all for its granted riddled forgotten getting old.

For something better always kills the weak and its New too!

A promise never to be needed for reinsurance.

Those that are, easily manipulated

those that are left are coldly numbing infections to the effect.

A parasite taking their joy and muting it, for its melancholy cries of bliss.

The monster unguarded yet it wounds

the drugged sucking into the cuts opened and salted.

Its stalking the world looking for those that are preyed on.

The easily replaced forgotten...

Waiting for their delicate taste to linger in its mouth..

A wolf seeking out the scent of carelessness perfume left.

Days go by in milliseconds of the blink of the machines eye.

The moments change more than anyone actually knew.

I am watching from the axis of the world a waiter for the downfall.

Soon all will be token out and picked off,..

I am the smiler waiting for failures turn to crash the liquid nitrogen..

That will catch the fires coal and bring the worlds greedy to their calling..

I am gonna burn it all down and spoil

its grave with dirt that will cover and be planted with seeds for life's meant to grow..

Those that choose to get unimpeded marks, true donators of a experimental farce.

I am coiling as the world bends and cracks, breaking..

Those are the true sights of humanity at its peaks of ending...

Yet its a wonderment that No one asks..

"If we are ever going to be okay?"

Because if we're broken there's usually a way to fix it!

Some Manuel out there that gives all the answers..