Poetry For The Apocalypse

Poetry For The Fallout

Hanging around the christmas tree:

Could hang an ornament.

Could hang a candy cane.

Could hang a beautiful star.

Could hang a nice angel.

Have a nice holiday,

all around the christmas tree!

Could hang from my neck.

Could hang my life.

Could hang from my throat.

All around the christmas tree!

Lightning never strikes twice:

Lightning never strikes twice,

but man I want it to strike once.

My mother never strikes twice,

but my teachers made sure I learned.

Oh lightning bolt, lightning bolt,

why didn't you strike them down?

If there is a god up there,

why did you never save my soul?

When the world ends, who will:

When we overthrow the government,

who will be your friend?

When you lay cold like a dog under a bridge,

who will be your blanket?

When the world comes to an end,

who will save you?

When my suicidal thoughts become too much,

who will bury me?

Too poor to follow the law:

Being poor,

is the most illegal thing that you can be.

That's why I'm staying this way until I die.

Screw the law and the ones enforcing them.

I will die with my guitar,

without having ever made a single penny.

I will die homeless, poor and free.

Just a phase:

Trying to talk about my thoughts with you,

you just push me away,

"oh it's just a phase."

I will show you what a phase is,

it will end with a rope,

you will regret all of your words.

Several attempts:

After several attempts,

you still refuse to give me help.

Now I'm trying again,

you laugh it off as being a phase.

Please god,

let me succeed for once in life.

Santa is a corporate lie:

Santa went from a lovely man,

to a materialistic selling strategy.

The angels went from loving us,

to selling us a ticket to heaven.

Satan tried to make a father kill his child,

yet we praise and pray to his book.