A ....St@te C@lled M@ine !!!

I remember a blue November once

It had old charm

Like a cold Easter storm

Quietly creeping through the dense

Fog

I heard barking dogs

I seen pure white geese flying over head

Hunters must be on the prowl

A few geese lay dead

Its starting to rain heavy in

Maine

Today

Im stuck on this paddle less boat

With old memories

That just float

Time just seem to drift away

Far apart from my hopes

I can't seem to concentrate

I feel lost

But I can remember

That horrible day

It was so hot that spring day

In may

The birds didn't fly

People of all genders were confused

The tabloids lied again

It was suppose to snow in may

Yet

People were dying fast

They couldn't dig enough graves

Any more

They needed more slaves

The poison was spreading rapidly

People skin was falling

Off their bodies

I had been warned years in advanced

That the world was going to end

I had purchased a death mask

Earlier that same year

The world was going to end in fear

So I listened to my self consciousness in prepared

To live

People were scared as I was also

Running around weird

Saying crazy things

I took to steps forward

And watch the world change

I just feel to my knees

In cried out loud

I was in pain

I was kneeling right next to a child

That was obviously

Glowing

He said my name two times

That felt strange

In my eyes

I never seen this child smile

I wondered that day was he an angel

Of Gods

Warning me before

Hell opened up its cell doors

I would never know

What happened that horrible day

I just rented myself

An old fishing boat after the

Apocalypse

In just drifted away

To a state called

Maine