*Poem Still in Progress*

You and me, we've got to run, to flee

we've got to live to see, and meet our maker.

Raise the mast, the clock is ticking fast,

because our time won't last, much longer.

Our time is burning now

how long will we be around?

run on this endless track...

Countdown...till the end of time

Countdown...four horsemen start your ride mortal man can hide


Author's Notes/Comments: 

About the apocolypse.  Yea, go figure, *four horsemen start your ride*.

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