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“The end is near,” so they say,
in two thousand and twelve we'll go away.
On December 21st the Mayan calendar runs out,
this is a fact without any doubt.
They're rumors of an asteroid very wide and very tall,
will this end be a new beginning for each one of us all?
Take every living being sharing this Earth,
each mind contains thought, it's power has worth.
If all the forms that contain this power,
were to expire on the same hour,
what could all that thought energy do on this day,
when it's released to the universal array?
Could it create a new place to play
for all of the life that's here today?
For each and every action there's an equal mirror,
there's no imminent end, just a thing we call FEAR!

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