Poezja

Welcome to our day of reckoning,
As the demons roam and fly.
Look at the pandemonium,
The fire in the sky.

As your set aflame,
Does money even matter?
While houses fall around you,
And glass begins to shatter.

As the air is filled with smoke,
Do you smell the burning flesh?
The sinners and the innocent,
Everyones damned to death.

So sing a song of woe,
As angels shed a tear.
Tell the world goodbye,
The end is finally here.