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Friends

If the lord ever comes

Descending from the skies in some fiery fashion

As so many say he will

You will not see me

Going joyously to greet him expecting my deliverance

But running for the hills

For if, such a day should come to pass

This is no God come to save the human race

But a big boat

Like the ones our forefathers sailed

Having made it across the great ocean to our shores

From outer space

And friends

When that boat finally comes

Ascending from the depths of our imagination

To appear within our sight

We’ll be born again

As we’ve been so many times all throughout the ages

When we find that we’re not right

And with darkness lifted from our eyes

Then we’ll find what should come as no surprise

We’re on a big boat

Like the ones our forefathers sailed

Headed across the great ocean from our shores

To outer space

Friends