*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
Countdown...no mortal man can hide
Countdown...