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You must escape, The world ends tonight. Get out of the dark and the crumble, The tumbled down houses And sulfur-cracked streets. Run away from the smoke, The noise of the fight, The din and the pain And the fire. Don’t look back, Just get out of the city. Rush through the forest And slip through the creek. You’ll make it to rivers and Ancient pine trees and the North. It’s still wild there, Mysterious and free. Wolves roam in the silence, Owls soar in the breeze. Dawn suns still rise there Over the mountains And wind blows strong and clean. You can whisper there, Yell loud as you can And no one will hear For the clouds lie low And snow falls and fog Masks the calls of the loons. There’s room to run and keep away From the city. Watch the moon rise and Wish for grass to curl Around the metal, The broken world of the city. Dream of moss blankets And frost dusted fields, Of falling leaves and Leaving the end of the world Behind. You must disappear Into the hills and the sky As we near the end. It’s time to go back to the woods.