Christopher Goat

Christopher Goat
Christopher Goat

Monday, December 16, 2013

Apocalypse

Birds fly backwards, water falls up;
No sense of gravity, holding my pants up.
Shoes tie themselves, people walk sideways;
Time is rewinding, but speed is constant.
Trees shrink, water burns;
It all ends, when the world turns.
Who cares who's tall,
God's gonna take 'em all.
Hot turns cold, cold turns hot;
The world's gonna end, I'd better pray a lot.

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