we're on our way
but to where who can say?
I got a compass'll
make your eyes cross
but if I were you
I'd trust the ground beneath my feet
and even that I'd think twice about...
anything can give way at anytime
isn't falling free for real
so different than our imaginings
of letting loose
free falling to an end we can postulate
all bets are off
and we'll land on our asses
in whatever positions we set up for ourselves
God is not the absentee landlord He's accused of being
He just gave us all choice and so all responsibility
and so our own choice
to live or to die
even if we cannot tell the difference
here the Apocalypse is for real
it has finally come
and I've never been anything but on my way...
and you as well...join me on the refugee road to what paradise
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