Bolting out of the skies like birds,
Severd heads fall.
Rivers turn to blood,
Mountians crumble into dust.
Everything that was stable,
Has now become unsteady.
There is no more stability in life,
Nothing is certian anymore.
All you can hear is the screams of the people,
Slowly falling into the expanding canyons.
Rain turns to acid,
Melting skin.
Buildings are sinking into the ground,
All the people being buried alive.
Dirt turns to quicksand,
The oceans rise.
Fires of hell rise from below,
Where is your god now?
Logicly- everything must end at some point,
Perhaps today is the end of the world,
If not...then what's next? |
