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by Justin H.

Well my eyes opened up this morning,
And my feet had hit the floor.
Put on some clothes and my cowboy hat
And I headed out the door.

When I looked, it really shocked me.
What I saw from West to east,
I saw the falling of our nation,
All happiness had ceased.

The ocean had turned to fire,
The mountains, were only sand
There was a screech in the air, so loud and true
That the deaf could barely stand.

Wise man John was sittin’ so calm,
With his hands across his knees.
And when I dropped on my hands beside him,
I said, “John can you help me please?!”

“How are you so cool and collective?
as the city shakes and tips?
Surely you must understand
That were having an apocalypse?”

His eyes got deep with darkness,
As his fear began to grow.
And his lips got thin when he said,
“There is something you must know.”
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“We may not make it through the night in San Francisco.
I will go ahead and throw away your doubt.
My best bet is that we’ll never see tomorrow.
We’ll wake up in the morning and the moon will still be out.

Well the Golden Gate turned upside down
And the cars fell to the sea
And I looked in the corner of my troubled eye
And saw that John was looking at me.

I was so frightened, I was as quick as lightning
When I asked what should I do?
But I saw that look in his troubled eye,
I smiled and said thank you.

And  I got out the hell out of San Francisco
I packed my bags and left that very night
I drove my car through the streets and through the desert
I had nothin’ but my faith and help of the pale moonlight.