The End
Posted: 24 Jul 2020, 22:46
v2:
The End
Our pastor swore The End was near.
I closed my accounts and counted my cash.
I went to the fridge, consoled a beer.
Crows gathered in trees and darkened the air.
Streets swam with marlin, sharks, and bass.
Our pastor swore The End was near.
We prayed. Black cats were everywhere.
Memphis zapped, in a lightning flash.
I went to the fridge, consoled a beer.
While comets blazed above Bel Air,
my neighbors drank. It was one last bash.
Our pastor swore The End was near.
Seas washed Chicago’s Navy Pier,
and Kansas drowned in a giant splash.
I went to the fridge, consoled a beer.
I clung to hope till my wife said, “Dear,
Mom’s moving in.” My world crashed.
Our pastor swore The End was near.
I went to the fridge, consoled a beer.
v1:
The End
Our pastor swore The End was near.
I closed my accounts and counted my cash.
I went to the fridge to grab a beer.
Crows gathered in trees and darkened the air.
Streets swam with marlin, sharks, and bass.
Our pastor swore The End was near.
We prayed. Black cats were everywhere.
Lightning zapped Memphis in a flash.
I went to the fridge to grab a beer.
While comets blazed above Bel Air,
my neighbors drank. It was one last bash.
Our pastor swore The End was near.
Seas washed Chicago’s Navy Pier,
and Kansas drowned in a giant splash.
I went to the fridge to grab a beer.
I clung to hope till my wife said, “Dear,
Mom’s moving in.” My hopes were dashed.
Our pastor swore The End was near.
I went to the fridge to grab a beer.
The End
Our pastor swore The End was near.
I closed my accounts and counted my cash.
I went to the fridge, consoled a beer.
Crows gathered in trees and darkened the air.
Streets swam with marlin, sharks, and bass.
Our pastor swore The End was near.
We prayed. Black cats were everywhere.
Memphis zapped, in a lightning flash.
I went to the fridge, consoled a beer.
While comets blazed above Bel Air,
my neighbors drank. It was one last bash.
Our pastor swore The End was near.
Seas washed Chicago’s Navy Pier,
and Kansas drowned in a giant splash.
I went to the fridge, consoled a beer.
I clung to hope till my wife said, “Dear,
Mom’s moving in.” My world crashed.
Our pastor swore The End was near.
I went to the fridge, consoled a beer.
v1:
The End
Our pastor swore The End was near.
I closed my accounts and counted my cash.
I went to the fridge to grab a beer.
Crows gathered in trees and darkened the air.
Streets swam with marlin, sharks, and bass.
Our pastor swore The End was near.
We prayed. Black cats were everywhere.
Lightning zapped Memphis in a flash.
I went to the fridge to grab a beer.
While comets blazed above Bel Air,
my neighbors drank. It was one last bash.
Our pastor swore The End was near.
Seas washed Chicago’s Navy Pier,
and Kansas drowned in a giant splash.
I went to the fridge to grab a beer.
I clung to hope till my wife said, “Dear,
Mom’s moving in.” My hopes were dashed.
Our pastor swore The End was near.
I went to the fridge to grab a beer.