Fiery comet. New creation.
We know not to do it: judging a book By how attractive its cover might look.
The dark's appeal Is very real And every voter plays a part.
The meek will inherit the Earth. Perhaps But only after all those other chaps Are done with their fun There's work to be done We'll clear up the mess after the collapse
I'll not delete your name. Not yet. I want to remember you. Not forget.