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May 2011
Innocence,
is irrelevant.
With bleeding eyes,
we look up at the skies.

We're waiting,
and waiting,
and waiting.
Waiting for the sky, to finally die.

Gentlemen,
ladies and gentles,
please take a seat,
we're starting the show.

It's about,
the end of the world,
which was predicted,
many years ago.

Thousands of years ago,
we predicted the end of the world.
We stopped making calenders,
thinking it was over.

Somehow we could predict,
the end of all mankind,
but we could not create,
electricity.

Gentlemen,
ladies and gentlemen,
we're now waiting,
for the show to start.

It's about,
the end of the world,
which was predicted,
many years ago.

Thousands of years ago,
we predicted the end of the world.
We stopped making calenders,
thinking it was over.

Somehow they could predict,
the end of all mankind,
but we must remember,
they thought the world was flat.

We've waited,
and waited,
and waited,
so long.
Waiting for the sky,
to finally die.

Somehow we, could predict,
the end of all mankind,
but we could, not create,
electricity.

Somehow they, could predict,
the end of all mankind.
But we must, remember,
they thought the world was flat.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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