I was chilling with my gal
At the end of the fucking world
And it was cool
The blue of the exploding skies
People lost their minds
Screams of every fucking color
Its smiling virulence made
My black heart beat a warm tune
Fish boiled in the seas
Fires fucked the horizon dry
Lovers' crotches cried
The tears of the anti-christ endtimes
A busload of people tried
To fucking escape like fools
No further word
Came of their success or likely failure
My gal and I we were wed
While the moon turned to black
And the bloody seas
Emptied through cadaver canyons
Soon we'll all be dead
Fucking nothing will've mattered
Just hours and dollars
Spectral figments of primeval dreams
Now the dying sun can set
Tonight and never rise
What matters sour sunshine
Without your sweetened skin to broil
10/25/2020 5:28 AM
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i was chilling with my gal at the end of the fucking world
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