"So where is this Armageddon thing
supposed to take place?"
War asked, whilst blasting
players in the face
on Call of duty.
Death sighed,
"You really haven't done
any research have you?
Armageddon is a place
not a thing you do"
"Oh, and where
is that then?"
"Fucked if I know mate,
I'm sure we will get GPS co-ordinates
Sent to us on the corresponding date."
Death tried to look knowledgeable
sat upon his skull shaped throne,
but facial expressions are hard
when you have no skin, only bone.
"I don’t want to moan
but this whole thing
is really pushing me
out of my comfort zone,
I'm just a simple guy,
I make bullets fly.
I may drop some bombs,
but all this talk of giant dragons,
things falling from the sky,
It's all a little hard to fathom."
"It'll be alright on the night; it has to be.
or else we are out of a job, you and me"
'Surely we will be out of a job either way?"
"True, but this is our purpose. Judgement day"
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