| looking outside of the window i can hear the wind blow, its blowing harder then ever as i look and i see this flying figure leaving only fire and clouds of smoke, moving overhead i cant help but think, is this the end, am i dead? ive always heard this day would come the streets are cluttered with people that run for they know what is happening it was all over the airwaves its the end of the world as we know it its the end of the world can we make it thru? its the end of the world what are we to do? what can i do? with my heart in my throat, i drop down and kneel "God, how can this be happening? This is all too real!" the radio is dead the tv is corrupted sparing the words they've said our lives are interrupted running outside, wandering nothing will be left here but calamity i look into my neighbors window they act like nothing has happened they're eyes are closed and they're praying something i look to my right, right in the street there is a little girl she looked at me, "sir, is this the end of the world?" its the end of the world as we know it its the end of the world can we make it thru? its the end of the world what are we to do? what can i do? suddenly a bright light and a mushroom cloud generate everything is quite now i cant hear anything the trees are almost snapping, you can hear glass breaking my vision goes grey, now all i see is white my body desolves, with only mind speaking, "this cant be right" |
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