Apocalypic

Everything feels lost as I watch the tides turn, But at what cost, While the fields burn. Tightly grasped your cross, you will never learn. Religion wont save us. In the fire we are just dust , Pray like you must. A higher power shoulda told you this, Too late now your cattle's sick. Dont you wish you coulda prevented this shit. How the earth turned to flame like a candle stays lit. A still birth , stopped then quit, Cant you see His ultimate trick. Blind, head first into a bottomless pit.
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Posted: May 2011
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It the end of the world baby lol

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