Jack Harkness
The end is nigh
the stormy sky
the winds they blow
on the grounds below
The people cry
as the long black sky
brings the weather
To all of us as we all ask why
do all have to worry
we got plenty of money
as the thunder roars
and the rain it pours
Don’t shake they say
as the ground is washed away
and the trees they fall
and people hide in halls
Is this all the end
the weather the trend
the world in darkness
do we need Jack Harkness
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