Distressed winds, fan the wild fires
The pail sun blinks, as it grows dim
Shooting stars, ashes to ashes, the end has been called
Wish not for tomorrow, for it can only bring sorrow
Blood on the ground, blood all around, panic and a
trillion tears of fear
The devils defiantly been here, hell on earth for all to see
Scorched land, melting sand, the world’s time is at hand
The oceans boil and spew steam into the darkened sky
Scarlet sunsets in the radiation dust, masks big and small
Breathe softly so there will be a little oxygen for use all
Who’s at fault…one guess, Oh! You know…he’s called
Man…with a devil in each hand, he finally managed to
kill us all!
