Numbered days
The day of the end is coming upon us
The signs of such all around
People rushing to see disaster
To be apart of the pain
Laughing at dispare
Not caring for the dead
Preachers making a mint,
The Mint going broke
Woe to the childern
What a world they will inherit.
The signs of such all around
People rushing to see disaster
To be apart of the pain
Laughing at dispare
Not caring for the dead
Preachers making a mint,
The Mint going broke
Woe to the childern
What a world they will inherit.
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