To See the End Again How disturbing life would be, If the end I were able to see. If I knew how I were to die, Would I spend the rest of my life wondering why? If I knew where my love would take me, would I still bring myself to love thee? Life would be different, I’m sure, If I was to learn how much pain I could endure. What would it be like to see the end? Would I try to prevent it, All my mistakes I would try to mend? Or off to the burning gates of hell, Myself I would send? That brings me to a paradox you see, Because If I killed myself to prevent the death I saw, Well, how could that be? Because then wouldn’t the death I saw be committed by me? I would try to prevent me from being slain, After all, how can one not die in vain? Then again, death I would soon see anyway, But still I would live, just for one more day. But how do you protect one from his own mind? How do you protect one from rage that makes him blind? The answer is: To the gates of hell you must send! All this would be caused because I saw my own end.Birth sign: Cancer
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