Superstions can become our reality

November 10, 2009
The sun peaks from behind the clouds
It’s yearning to say its goodbyes
But, as the clock rings once more
It comes out to its extreme

Once it stops there’s no turning back
It’s nearing its end
Support from Atlas is progressing downward
It holds the fruit of all civilization

But, its time for it to bid adieu
As it plans its retaliation,
Uneasy feelings suspiciously cross our minds
It’s done

There is running through the alley ways
Everyone runs for cover in the smallest places
Shrieks and screams are heard from all around
There is no saving us now

Like fighting for peace
It just won’t happen
Minds racing
Towards empty placing we fly

That we never thought would come true
Hello, hello

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