| The End? These winds grind like rocks, Pushing and pulling with hellish force, I see destruction innevitable, I see terror running through the streets, I see the faces of death scatter, Scatter in the horrid end of our thoughts, The culmination of our souls has begun, The end of our lives is upon us, I force myself to laugh, I knew this day would come, I hoped to cleanse the earth of this all, All of the rabid, perpetual assholism, Surrounding our every day-every move, This all will die, this all will end. |