As The Four Winds Blow
As The Four Winds Blow
Have you read tomorrow's news?
So horrific, I cannot write
It's just an apocalyptic strain
Dealing with distracting tunes.
There's no help from the United Nations
Upset over the smallest slight
Negativity a drain on the brain
Stuck in a frustration station
Some wear frowns, stuck in a ghost town
Walking skeletons, the dancing dead
There's no music, not a jet sound
Suffering because they've been misled.
Some will survive, having won
Some escape, shaking like a reed
Troubles are more than just a noun
They multiply and continue to spread
Islands will sink, people will drown
Meteors and missiles equal dread
The last appeal has gone around
People suffer with much unsaid
People are down, lying on the ground
Over their head, can't get out of bed
This world becomes a ghost town
Following a man on a horse so red.
Forward to battle stations
Do you ask for famine rations?
Too many warring nations
There's a total lack of patience
Soon, there'll be woeful winds
Draconian laws so unkind.
Evil is worse than slime
And there'll be no place to dine
Some wear frowns, stuck in a ghost town
Walking skeletons, the dancing dead
There's no music, not a jet sound
Suffering because they've been misled.
Some will survive, having won
Some escape, shaking like a reed
Troubles are more than just a noun
They multiply and continue to spread
Islands will sink, people will drown
Meteors and missiles equal dread
The last appeal has gone around
People suffer with much unsaid
People are down, lying on the ground
Over their head, can't get out of bed
This world becomes a ghost town
Following a man on a horse so red.
Troubles that always bite
Very few want to do right
Barrooms of jealous fight
So much darkness and no light
Clouds of insecure fear
Some people dare to shift gears
Division from social peers
And a rain of falling tears
My mistakes, I do condemn
Students study, high as they cram
Fires burn on hills all aflame
Anger behind a door that slams
Some people will cry and weep
Very few are able to sleep
Evil gets worse as it winks
Darkness increases, and is very deep.
Some wear frowns, stuck in a ghost town
Walking skeletons, the dancing dead
There's no music, not a jet sound
Suffering because they've been misled.
Some will survive, having won
Some escape, shaking like a reed
Troubles are more than just a noun
They multiply and continue to spread
Islands will sink, people will drown
Meteors and missiles equal dread
The last appeal has gone around
People suffer with much unsaid
People are down, lying on the ground
Over their head, can't get out of bed
This world becomes a ghost town
Following a man on a horse so red.
Think of it, a sad ghost town
No green trees, everything brown
Water boarding, about to drown
Very few want a divine crown
This is how the world ends
The world has reached a dead end
How few are true prayers sent
How few are really under Noahs' tent
Some wear frowns, stuck in a ghost town
Walking skeletons, the dancing dead
There's no music, not a jet sound.
Suffering because they've been misled
Most people are down, lying on the ground
Over their head, can't get out of bed.
This world becomes a ghost town
Following a man on a horse so red.
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