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Doomsday
Say goodbye, because the world
Is coming to an end.
Do not shoot the messenger –
I’m warning you, my friend.
Gather all ye rosebuds
(Even that which is a sled)
And have a final champagne toast
Or have a beer instead.
Do not fret – it’s destiny.
There’s nothing you can do.
Search on Google all you want
And you won’t find a clue.
Watch your Showtime On Demand;
Tomorrow is too late.
For Carrie, Saul and Brody – well,
We’ll never know their fate.
You should heed the words I say;
Believe me, I’m not lyin’.
I’m lucky that the calendar
I bought last year was Mayan!
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