This is the year two thousand and ten,
they say in a couple of years the world will end.
Doesn't the world end for some one each day?
What is this mass fear their sending our way.
Remember back when on that radio show,
they played War of the Worlds and a panic did grow.
There were people committing suicide from the fear of the end.
So as two thousand and twelve nears will it happen again?
So many humans are just afraid sheeple,
running with the masses as mesmerized people.
If there's a asteroid that hits or a nuclear glow.
I want to be at ground zero I love a light show.
(Another past event with no results for the masses)
Stanley victor Paskavich
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