That Doomsday Clock has ticked since 1947 The sweep hand always dancing on the edge of doom Sometimes a missile more (7, 6, 5, 4… Sometimes a virus less (a jab, I guess)
I’ve been thinking of buying me one Maybe from the times-table at Wal-Mart Or as a timeless fashion from Amazon I want to know the hour we’re going to die
But are we truly any closer to Heaven? That Doomsday Clock has tocked since 1947