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.
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