the apocalypse
congratulations folks we made it
year two thousand four hundred and twenty nine
my heart the state of apocalypse
wish I might
that it was a form of nightmare
constructed by my twisted mind
the order here is chaos
a world of selfish design
here I'm king queen son and pauper
my majesty
the tongue which with I drown
Im a mocker I am a mocker
pointing a middle finger at the crown
here I lay devastated
in ashes
for the world is my unsmiling oyster
pausing at the bay
my mouth opens
now here this subjects
welcome to the kingdom
of frown
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