Armageddon
Armageddon
I can't seem to relax.
At night my bed's on fire.
My brain is crawling with
Armageddon like ants and
society is choosing sides and
guns are everywhere and my
friends are nowhere, man! I
know better and I need Xanax.
Give me shelter against the foe.
Don't blindfold me against a wall.
Copyright © William Donovan | Year Posted 2020
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