Armageddon's tool. Poetic prophesy fool. Samurai of words.
My muse is waiting
For what I try not to guess
It's no fair peeking
How can we find it
When it seeks not to be found
Instead of waiting?
Time is the subject
When is a question all ask
None know the answer
All signs point to this
Armageddon's coming soon
Hold on to your hats
Inevitable
There is no need to worry
No way to stop it
So we have some ships
They may be from Outer Space
I doubt they're from here
The world's standing still
While spinning around the Sun
How does it do that?
Why are lies believed?
When proof of the truth exists
I don't understand
Who loves ignorance?
Why do so many choose it?
Is it over yet?
He's sure to go to prison
Indict already
Is this the real life?
Is this what we are here for?
Get me a Coke please