Minutes to Midnight

Archangel soars.

They’re coming here to get rid of us all.

We could take them with

But you need to make the call.

Read the signs

Hell looks a lot like one false single line.

If we get this wrong

Maybe best we’re out of time.

It’s a sinking ship

Could swing out first and just roll with the hits.

Do our dues

And dip down from the blitz.

They can keep their crimes

On the count of three, we look right in their eyes.

Maybe bolts and rust

Ain't worth Peter’s sighs.