One for the Juliet’s

A lance of light
Tearing through the night

Burning in our souls
Burning out like coals

From another world’s fire
It all seams quite dire

So why are we sitting round?
Thinking things so profound

While the world’s dieing round’ us
Should we not make a fuss?

I mean look at her—
She makes me feel like such a cur

Standing there
Without a care

While the world goes up in flames
And every human being it maims

Yet, I still love her
Through this pain we will endure