The day was due when all the world would break, When things too strange to name would rise and roar, From mountain peaks to seabed, stone would shake, Then cease to be. This globe would be no more. While still we lived, we took all we could spy, Abandoned lives for trips we wished we'd made, Played one last waltz, so dancing we might die, Or gambled all on games we'd never played. And now we wake, alone, without a cent, To birdsong and the sunrise through the smoke. And try to find someone who'll share a tent. We all attempt to see it as a joke. We who, deceived, believed our doom was real, As such did act, and thus true doom did seal.