[Darksheare]

How did I manage that though.

*consults vague things only wraiths and undead know to consult*

The world’s gonna end.
*Master of Obvious!*

[NicknamedBob]

*consults vague things only wraiths and undead know to consult*

The world’s gonna end.
*Master of Obvious!*



The World’s Going To End

The world’s going to end, some day, some day,
But I can tell you when.
When I stop cranking out for it,
The impetus to spin.

Oh, yes, it’s me who’s at the heart,
Of every things conjunction,
I noticed this while still quite young,
Who else could make it function?

Nothing happens when I’m not there,
Though some pretend it does.
They cannot fool me for I see,
It’s just the way it was.

I feel perplexed and puzzled,
You all will go some day,
When my senescence brings a close,
To all you have to say.

Like silent ghosts you’ll drift away,
While I in sleep descend.
And on that sad and somber day,
The world will have its end.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . July 6, 2007