April 17, 2008
By Alex Murphy, West Des Moines, IA

And i think that i can say this for a fact
It seems the world is coming to an end
The clouds hang low and turn the daylight black
At night the moon, it glows an eerie red
We choke upon the sins that we have mad
No guns nor swords will protect us from harm
And in moments we’ll be sent to our graves
Yet i somehow find comfort in your arms
Demons may crush my head and skew my mind
The rats may chew my bones an eat my flesh
The flames may burn me and my love alive
My world may burn until there’s nothing left
Still not one tear of grief will leave my eye
As long as i lay with you for all time

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