doomsday

i've heard the prophecies
of the saints
what a pretty
picture they paint
the future's full of
holding hands
and unity
across the land

but i've seen days coming
as dark as night
and twice as bleak
the young will prey
upon the old
the strong
will feast upon
the weak

quarreling, fighting,
slipping, sliding
moral standards
shall decay

edge your weapons
bolt your houses
armageddon's
on its way
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