I giggled while writing it.
And when the sky falls, she sings the alphabet backwards.
AND THEN THE SUN WILL NEVER AGAIN SHINE TO THE NORTH OF BATTLEGROUNDS.
And when the fire burns, no one will be able to say "gratitude".
AND THEN ALL THE FLOWERS WILL MOURN IN THE DEATH OF THE MOON.
And when God cries, he creates three more homeless citizens on the streets of New York.
AND THEN HE GIGGLED AS THE SKY FELL AND DIRT AND GRASS ROSE ABOVE THEIR HEADS.
And when the King falls asleep, he subconsciously prays to the men he's killed.
AND THEN THE COWS TOUCHED NOSES AND SILENTLY BECAME SAINTS.
And when the last remaining active volcano erupts, it will spray ash and gold across the lands.
AND THEN ALL THE NARSISTIC PEOPLE WILL SPASTICALLY DIE OF HEART DISEASE AND FAILURE.
And when no loyal nuns remain, Jesus himself will come and hit us all with Vienna sausages.
AND I HOPE TO GOD THAT I WILL ONE DAY FIND THE MIND I CLEARLY HAVE LOST.
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Written on 2008-05-23 at 03:36
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AND THEN I ATE A RAINBOW CANTELOUPE AND BECAME THE DAY'S HERO.And when the sky falls, she sings the alphabet backwards.
AND THEN THE SUN WILL NEVER AGAIN SHINE TO THE NORTH OF BATTLEGROUNDS.
And when the fire burns, no one will be able to say "gratitude".
AND THEN ALL THE FLOWERS WILL MOURN IN THE DEATH OF THE MOON.
And when God cries, he creates three more homeless citizens on the streets of New York.
AND THEN HE GIGGLED AS THE SKY FELL AND DIRT AND GRASS ROSE ABOVE THEIR HEADS.
And when the King falls asleep, he subconsciously prays to the men he's killed.
AND THEN THE COWS TOUCHED NOSES AND SILENTLY BECAME SAINTS.
And when the last remaining active volcano erupts, it will spray ash and gold across the lands.
AND THEN ALL THE NARSISTIC PEOPLE WILL SPASTICALLY DIE OF HEART DISEASE AND FAILURE.
And when no loyal nuns remain, Jesus himself will come and hit us all with Vienna sausages.
AND I HOPE TO GOD THAT I WILL ONE DAY FIND THE MIND I CLEARLY HAVE LOST.
Poetry by kaytee
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Written on 2008-05-23 at 03:36
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