| Love undying in the empty eyes,
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| That have no need to question why.
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| Reprieve received,
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| Releasing relief.
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| A door ajar but left to rot,
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| Cupboard and key both left to rust,
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| The light only falls on the cross tipped rosary.
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| Overwhelmed by
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| Cowardice and fear,
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| I can’t hide my
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| Contemptuous sneer.
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| Some take their faith too far.
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| They’d do just as well to wish upon the stars.
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| Some take their faith too far.
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| A woman said on the news today,
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| That our world is going to end in the month of May:
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| The Second Coming,
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| O Rapture, humming.
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| Oh, sweet baby Jesus, please,
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| Grant us all a sweet release:
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| A Second Coming,
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| O Rapture, humming.
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| The deadline approaches, better speak your Psalms,
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| Tell me, is that blood or sweat on your palms?
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| Six months go by,
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| Return and Rapture.
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| The End of Time,
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| Comes this October.
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| «The End of the World» written in lights in the sky,
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| Love undying in the empty eyes,
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| That have no need to question why.
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| Reprieve received,
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| Releasing relief.
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| A door ajar but left to rot,
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| Cupboard and key both left to rust,
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| The light only falls on the cross tipped rosary.
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| Six months go by,
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| Return and Rapture.
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| The End of Time,
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| Comes this October. |