In just a few days, things will-fall-apart
You'll lose most things-near and dear to your heart
A pendulum will swing counter-clockwise
The air you are breathing turns monoxide
Yes, things are changing, sadly for the worse.
Say your prayers try calling the universe
A movement is in place, cogs-are-turning
'Calamity Jane' won't be returning
She's vowed never to love a soul again,
'Gone for good' comes-an-almighty...Amen!
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