The Apocalypse comes, by these signs The breaking of seals seven times Seven trumpets shall blast Seven bowls shall be cast A new heaven and earth to refine.
Earth to earth, ash to ash, dust to dust All come thus, so be not nonplussed When judgement comes round And the Last Trump shall sound Let us hope, meanwhile die all we must.A bit catchier than the usual rite.
Once a year Jolly Old Saint Nick Will perform an astonishing trick How it’s done no one knows Except Mom and it shows ‘Cause she’s got her own private Dick.
Almost five years ago... Chalky - In order to find my religion Marc - I launched my best trained homing pigeon irach - She returned in a day Software - To show me the way CdM - To Mecca. She erred by a smidgeon