Warriors of Impending Doom.

Seriously. Laura Marling and Mumford and Sons made me even darker. I mean, for goodness sake, I'm not even THAT depressed.

Warriors of Impending Doom.

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the desert is vast
at the tip of your tongue
"the world is going to end,
and we'll be gone"

your hand tightly holding life
at the tip of your finger
counting down the nights
history, drowning forever

the scroll in my arm
begging to be released,
into the unknown harm
waiting to be pleased

try we to run and hide
searching for shelter
but degrading is the time
losing sight of the border

the growing holes
around the globe
swallow us whole
swallow our hope

the floating soil
mocking our feet
plummeting towards turmoil
waiting to feed, on

the desert didn't last
at the tip of your tongue
"the world has come to end,
and we are gone"