Omen

Omen Its coming soon i fear I can hear the preacher on the corner screaming " The end is near! " If he only knew what ive been feeling in my bones these many years. All the signs All the warnings passed down for ages Scribed by prophets on sacred pages. The dreams and visions ive been afraid to share I dont dare For it is the death sentence for fools Once again the dunce in the corner On the lonely stool How much further can i be cast away But i have to say All the bombs and ensuing holocaust The volcanoes cataclysmic blast The approaching comet with a target on Our back But the fact remains People will shrug in disdain Until their final too late moments Swallowing their agonizing pain And the preachers screaming fades away As his voice evaporates in the nuclear fray His dreams of heaven blown away. Its mans last thoughts on judgement day. To answer why we threw it all away.