Now what?
Seriously, who will tell us what will come next?
The news?
The government?
Now that the harbinger is dead,
There is fear
and loathing
and a severe lack of toilet paper
but that doesn't matter
What matters is what is next
and what is to come
and if the harbinger is dead
Who will tell us?
Fate?
C'mon, really?
No way, I tap out
That harbinger needed to die
I'll tell you what's next
Life
Live like tomorrow is your last day
Cuz it may be
Live like you want to make your momma proud
Cuz you might do that
Live like there is something to live for
Cuz there is, always
Dead harbingers don't mean nothing
Nothing at all
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