It cannot end good, it cannot end bad, we will all end, probably lost and very sad, so I think after it all comes to pass, the best thing for any of us to hope for besides sanity long since abandoned, is a bucket of chicken deeply fried. Or at least one measly drumstick.
once in a while you get shown the light,
Inspired by this, among other things
in the strangest of places if you look at it right
Some people write stories while drunk. Not I.