Don't Make Any Plans
I think the world will end tomorrow,
I have a feeling in my bones
That Armageddon is upon us.
No more can the saviour save us,
It will all blow up tomorrow,
All gone but for a few old bones.
Do not make plans for tomorrow,
Lie down and rest your weary bones,
Soon our fate will be upon us.
Copyright © Beth Evans | Year Posted 2020
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