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Doomsday is coming
At a rapid speed There is no way out The deathly drums start drumming 2007 is the present day Four years from now There will be no night The sun will be gone, there won't even be day Space ships need to be built Four years from now The Leaning Tower of Piza Will be even more off tilt The atmosphere is burning We have doomed ourselves This destruction is our fault The product of our own making Beware all For life is coming to a end Earth's surface will be no more Listen to my call
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