Another voice heard out from the box bellowing
News media, another breaking news to follow
News flash, heightened reviews
Sound bites, every second that follows
The cloud cover lost its greyness, blue sky
It is all raining red, sky fall
Meteorites falling out of the sky
Rainbows fading in colour
Panic buttons pressed on repeat
Food hoarders out in force
Guns loaded and packed with intent
Do not call a man's bluff in anarchy
Without a casket measured to fit
Made by the undertaker just for you
Own all, sell all, frantic markets, last request
What rooms do pretenders have in these times
Newsflash, I heard you came through the back door
And your room is all packed up, lets have a toast then
The fire place seems the only ground of refuge
Not for escape, relief, but for the waited time
Lets have a toast then, a toast
Lets have a toast for the end times
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