It won’t be by fire
it won’t be by ice
not a slow-creeping glacier
or atomic device
The sun won’t implode
on apocalypse day
There won’t be four horsemen
riding our way
The Messiah won’t show
with a list in his hand
And no, heaven won’t have
one helluva band
And there won’t be any
fences to mend
or dastardly sins
we’re forced to defend
And the angel of death
will have no wings at all
she’ll be a viral and nasty
spiky red ball
aided by
an immoral fool,
who always felt
he was too cool for school
And the angel of death
will give him a task
“push lie after lie”
and don’t wear a mask”
Together they spread
Death far and wide
taking all of America
on a perilous ride
So, no
it won’t be by fire
and it won’t be by ice
not a slow creeping glacier
nr atomic device
our ending will be
too small to see
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