| Armageddon | (sweet, true) |
| Armageddon, Armageddon oh my sweet, true, armageddon. Softly creeping, through a gentle night, Violent thumping, pilliage, plight! roar! Screams and cries heard e'ver the more, often cut short by a orcish long-sword. "Oh woe is us, oh woe is me" one young man cried. Thinking, really, where is -she-??? Women and children, holy and damned, all are one and death-be-damned. thoughtless loss and thankless feast, do transpire to engineer this days waste, hatred, need, begets this awful 'morn. those days of old shall become days of now, -- cover your head with a pillow. |
Have a great thanksgiving weekend, Laura.