The population has greatly increased,
and now the odds are greatly increased,
that I will someday get a chance, to kiss your lips,
I thank the Lord each day, for the Apocalypse.
People are mostly disfigured or dead,
but, Sugar, I won't let it go to my head.
My mama's face, has dripped down into the dirt.
But I'm still chasin' chitlins, whisky and skirt.
Do you want to kill people?
No. But I would like to drink whiskey.
lol
That's some apocalyptic poetry dude.
It's not original. That's Abney Park
I meant to set your world on fire,
I didn't mean to set THE world on fire.
I let the cities burn, now we're all alone. I've come to grips.
Each night I thank the Lord, for the Apocalypse.
agreed