The heavens are making lines in the sky,
Followed by roaring sounds,
So loud, could be heard and seen wondrously high,
With bits of colossal shaking pounds
Creatures of different kinds,
Shapes unwordly,
Aura unapproachable,
Their claws ripping the once sacred blue sky,
The beautiful blue now painted red,
The moon glistening like it was bathed in blood,
Shout echoes of anguish and pain.

The world has come to an end,
Or has another entity claim it,
Calamity has now befall the once habitat of beauty,

Are the devils now the rulers,
Are we now slaves,
What will become of this world if it become ruled by the sinner,
What will be the fate of this beautiful place if it becomes inhibites by the demons,

Let think again,
Wipe away everything sinful,
For all sowed bad will not reap good,
Nor ugly will bear beauty.


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