What there was is almost gone
With only fine ash that remains
Oblivion once invited never leaves
We lied and tried saying all are one
You can capture the truth in song
We are known by numbers not names
Nothing changes if you just believe
Apocalypse and Armageddon just words
Appealing to those seeking the end
Instead of building hope together
We have wrought what we now have
A world with no wild, no bees, no birds
We've ignored the messages nature sent
We'll never reach the world of ever
Instead will receive vast offerings
For we are the damned
“And how should we behave during this Apocalypse?
We should be unusually kind to one another, certainly.
But we should also stop being so serious. Jokes help a
lot. And get a dog, if you don't already have one.”
