Don’t Believe the Sky Is Falling ’Til It Falls on Me

“They said the world was ending… Turns out the world was right.”

Roads are cracked like serpent skin, Billboards burned to ghost-white frames. Cities fallen into silence— Only vultures know their names. The towers where the news once screamed Now melt like wax beneath the heat… But truth sounds different in the wasteland, Truth walks barefoot on this street.

Don’t believe the sky is falling ’til it falls on me. I’ve walked through ashes of the old world, Seen the bones of prophecy. Let the daylight scorch my shadow, Let the night come savagely— But I’m still here, unbroken, breathing… And the sky ain’t touched a damn thing over me.

Houses swallowed by the dust, Church doors blown by iron winds. Once proud flags hang tattered, gray— Just relics of forgotten sins. I’ve seen mothers bury children With no preacher left to pray… And fathers burn their wedding rings To light one more surviving day.

Don’t believe the sky is falling ’til it falls on me. If the horsemen rode through yesterday, They left nothing left to see. But I don’t kneel for restless angels, Don’t cry for lost humanity— Long as the dirt still takes my footprint, This dead world won’t bury me.

I’ve walked highways turned to graveyards, Heard the silence after war— Heard the wind replace the choirs And the dead knock at my door. But fear died long before the bombs— Hope died somewhere in between. All that’s left is stubborn heartbeat, Ringing loud in gasoline.

Don’t believe the sky is falling ’til it falls on me. If the sun burns out at sunrise, I’ll still rise defiantly. Let the reaper claim the kingdoms, Let the ruins bow the knee— But he’ll find one man still standing… ’cause the sky ain’t broke a single bone in me.

“And if the end comes walking lonely… it knows where I’ll be.”

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