the rockets continue to shriek.
The people scream in fear, i would
for everything bad can come from no good.
The grounds, they continue to shake
while the earth is beginning to quake.
There is no one to protect you now
corpses and bodies are for you to sow.
Nothing is left, not one speck of dust
resort to cannibalism but only if you must.
A blinding light, a misty shroud
coming out of a voracious dark cloud
who is that, who could it be?
It is the one who has forsaken thee
the grim reaper, hungry for souls
twisting and turning, breath like coal.
he takes you in, like a wounded bird
only to kill you without a single word.
the end of the world is near
it would be right to get twisted in fear
for fear itself is a beautiful thing
second to death, on a silver birds' wing.
