response-2, bell telephone hours- Hoshi
Doomsday came to me in many forms
Once it was a path of gold, led by angles
This was when I was five, naïve.
Then a year later, doomsday visited again
It was still a path of gold with angles, but
There was a tall staircase which I had to climb
There was a tall staircase which I had to climb
It took me long hours to scale hundreds of stairs,
I wished there was an
elevator
But saint peter told me there’s no shortcut.
I threw a fit and refused to move
So Gabriel came to console me, she said
‘It’s not too far, so hurry doomsday is waiting’
I knew Gabriel would not lie, not to me
She was very honest with Mary and Joseph
But I still asked Gabriel to pass a message
In hopes of giving Gabriel a piece of my mind.
Michael the archangel heard my plans
He kicked me and I rolled down the stairs
I should’ve known, he was Gabriel’s buddy
All my efforts wasted, I walked away
Forgot about doomsday, gold or whatever it was
But every once in a while people ask me
“Tell me, tell me,
When is doomsday?”
Those people they’re lucky they don’t know
That there are millions
of stairs to climb before
You can even catch a glimpse of doomsday
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