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The night's descending, the sunset is black
The night is falling, and the darkness is overwhelming; a metaphor for a grim situation.
And crimson skies are burning
The sky is red, possibly symbolizing danger or a destructive force.
This is a warning, for the final impact
A warning about an impending catastrophic event, with no hope of salvation.
But there's no savior for the dyings
No one can save those facing death or destruction.
Is the future we made, the only solution
Questioning if the current path or solution is the only option for the future.
Or just the progress of a chain reaction?
Wondering if the current situation is a natural progression or a result of interconnected events.
Time after time, blind lead the blind
Repeated poor decision-making, with one ignorant person leading another.
So do we deserve to survive?
Reflecting on whether humanity deserves to survive given its actions.
Now we can feel the winter
Sensing the arrival of a cold and harsh period, possibly metaphorical.
As we realize that we're all dead
Realizing the inevitability of death or an irreversible situation.
Now we can't feel no whisper
Unable to perceive any signs of life or hope.
No signs of life, our callings are in vain
Efforts and appeals are futile; there is no response or positive outcome.
Now we can feel the winter
Experiencing the harshness of winter, symbolizing difficult times.
Will the sun shine again?
Questioning whether there will be a return to better times.
Now we can't feel no whisper
Unable to hear any hopeful messages or encouragement.
And we will see it will never be the same
Anticipating that the future will be permanently altered and challenging.
The ground is shaking, the planet will blast
Describing a tumultuous and destructive event that will reshape the world.
Our foundations are falling
The foundations of stability are collapsing.
The only remains are the shades of our past
Only memories of the past remain amid the chaos.
Into a world that keeps on burning
Entering a world consumed by destruction and turmoil.
Is the future we made a desperation
Questioning if the current state is a result of desperation.
Or just the process of a change of seasons?
Contemplating if the changes are part of a natural, cyclical process.
Over the time, the rise of the ice
Describing the rise of an icy force over time.
Has broken the cycle of eternal life
The icy force disrupts the eternal cycle of life.
Now we can feel the winter
Feeling the impact of a harsh and unrelenting winter.
As we realize that we're all dead
Acknowledging the collective realization of impending doom.
Now we can't feel no whisper
Deafened to any hopeful messages or signs of life.
No signs of life, our callings are in vain
No indications of life, with efforts proving futile.
Now we can feel the winter
Experiencing the full impact of the harsh winter.
Will the sun shine again?
Questioning whether there is hope for a brighter future.
Now we can't feel no whisper
Unable to sense any positive or encouraging signs.
It will never be the same
Realizing that the future will be permanently altered.
It will never never be the same
Emphasizing that the changes are irreversible and things will never be the same.
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