I've only heard the title song once or twice somewhere, sung by children, and it played in my head the entire time I spent reading this, which just made everything more skin-crawlingly horrifying. Poor Aziraphale, and poor, poor Crowley. Brilliant writing, though!

THAT WAS DEPRESSING! I HATE YOU!
Well, not really. But Jesus!

This is one depressing Apocolypse.

Wow. That was powerful. And...oh, poor Crowely! And Aziraphale. Did they both die?

I loved this story, and the small changes you made that affected the whole outcome. Yeah. Beautiful.

-sniffle- Beauifully written.

;_; The ending makes me want to cry...-weeps-

.:clothes mouth:.
Wow... that was superb, I must say. I love the way you turned the story, it was a complete revolution, a 360 degrees turn.
Of course I don't really like what happened in the story... poor world... but well, He said it had to be done.
P.S.: That 'He' above could very well be Him, God; Him, Lucifer; or Him, Adam.
C ya!

Didn't mean to make you cry.

MRAH.

This was depressing. But realistic.

THANK GOD YOU DIDN'T WRITE GOOD OMENS, EH?!

Not that this wasn't excellently written. But I think I liked the sharing a bottle of wine on the tarmac better than, you know, death and destruction.

Liked the slash though.

Aw, this end was so...er, tragic; you made me cry. Poor Azi and Crowley although it was quite a brillant twist, I must say. Good job. :)