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Oh when, my friend, will the universe end?

Supposed creator, deliverance send.

We ask for it all and get s**t in return

The sky will ignite and the oceans will burn.

The soldiers will march to their imminent dooms

as death and destruction and misery loom.

The innocents drown in the blood of the clean

as boiling points reach an unhealthy extreme.

The pure will unite with their reasoning sound

before being stricken back down to the ground.

Compassion and hope will be things of the past

The first will be first and the last shall be last.

The people you've come to both hate and admire

transform into ashes that dance in the fire.

The money you worship and love and hold dear

is nothing but paper inspired by fear.

All food turns to s**t and all water to piss,

Freed murderers cross all the names from their lists,

Pray god send his son, he can save us from this,

It's really too bad no messiah exists.

Not a matter of "if," this will happen someday

And those who have sinned will most certainly pay.

But no more than the righteous, the kind and the good,

They'll suffer much more than they probably should.

No discrimination when fire is king.

The broken will walk and the muted will sing.

Impossible feats will be quite commonplace

The limbs of the fallen float freely through space.

With happiness no more, we'll learn to adjust

We'll still have our sloth and our greed and our lust

But in living our new lives, remember we must:

the search for the good was an ultimate bust.

No more of the clergy, their ways, or their lies

Or all the false prophets and all of their jive.

The former religious collectively sigh,

With no god to cry to- all ignorance dies.

With nowhere to go and no place to call home,

on blood-coated fields and deserts we'll roam

We press on exhausted with stomachs unfed

Just like in the stories as children we read

Not stopping to sleep or to lay down our heads

We'll have plenty of time for that s**t when we're dead.

Not caring for health, we'll lie down in our feces

as humans turn into an endangered species.

We'll contract new diseases that poison our minds

disable our hearing and render us blind.

Now we may seem to thrive, but of this have no doubt:

we won't fare so well with our numbers thinned out.

I'm sorry that my explanation is long

I'm just telling you everything that will go wrong

The days will grow short and the night will go on

Any hope or belief in redemption is gone.

But when will this happen?

It's quite hard to date.

I should've said sooner, but now it's too late.

You best say goodbye to your family and friends

Today is the day that the universe ends.