big bad betty of the 'pocalypse, she opens her lips and it goes like this: when the golden rule and the jungle meet, there will be nothing to love and there will be no one to beat, oh the things we know, the things we dont, oh the things we think we can, will, and wont. we loathe to gather that nothings left, were all together and were all bereft, capitalists, communists, ya did the hokey pokey and it went like this, you hate eachother and you love yourselves, it might be heaven and it might be hell, oh the things we do, the things we say, oh the things we wish we could wash away.

Description: Alternate_Outcome John