Saturday, 22 December 2012

Kingdom Come

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Kingdom Come ~
 LISTEN  TO  THE  POEM (SOON)

Kingdom Come

It's the end of the world, tomorrow won't come
I'm sitting here thinking, chewing this gum
Should I stroke the dog or scratch my bum
Maybe throw up a verse or just shred some
It's coming

It's the end of the world, and then I'll be gone
No more this old seat that I'm slouching upon
Should I e-mail a friend, maybe call up Jon
Tell Angie I'm sorry, tell Léo he shone
It's coming

It's the end of the world, and I've ordered my things
The bills have been paid, the phone no longer rings
I'll shout Dasco! once more just to see what he brings
Give my parents my keys, hear my mum saying 'jings'
It's coming

It's the end of the world, and I'd better say bye
You stood by me always, I never did try
Your eyes fill with tears, mine are tired and dry
You'll never know how much I cared, no lie
It's coming

It's the end of the world, it's really time to go
I'll carry on through Mist and Léo, I know
There's no shining light, there's not even snow
Just a feeling of peace, and the music playing low
It's here

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