when i wake to apocalypse
with the world crashing and burning
all around me people screaming
their last words as they’re cast out to die
i wake with one purpose
i wake with one goal, one crusade
no infernal city or pestilent crop
will keep me from your side
god promises we will die
but i promise we will die
with no regrets.
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