Love Song for the Apocalypse

Shower us with your bombs of ash,

quench the thirst of this drought torn land.

Cleanse the world of both fear and pain.

Help to make the earth new again.

Embrace humanity with the arms of gas,

suffocate us in your spiteful grasp.

Allow us to clear the air of hate.

Help to make the earth new again.

Kiss our hearts with pestilence and

wipe our irenic minds of harmony.

Destroy the fruits of the planet,

help make the earth new again.

Swell our souls with the truculent

sound of expanding chaos.

The sensation of doom can

help make the earth new again.

We embrace hatred and intolerance

and needlessly make others suffer.

Aid us in reversing this trend and

help make the earth new again.

I will rest my head in a billet of

ignorance. Pleading with your fire

and smoke to wash us all and

help make the earth new again.

Wash the souls of the war-mongers,

the ones who begged you to come.

Wash them in illness and

help make the earth new again.

As we trudge through the aftermath of

your righteous judgment, open our eyes

to the beauty of anarchy so that we can

help make the earth new again.

We will go forth from that day and

clothe our naked flesh with truth, justice

and love for each other and try to

help make the earth new again.

It is assured by our lives that you

will come more than once before

our reign is done. Cleansing, trying to

help make the earth new again.