The End

The sky is gray, the grass is dying,

It's very gloomy, the lost souls are drowning,

The demons try to keep everything at bay,

The world is always lying,

Do you feel the cold chill down your spine?

I can, it's like a bunch of needles in my back,

The clouds are too thick for the sun to shine,

The towns people are living in boarded up shacks.

The wind is steady, the trees are breaking,

The creatures are here for the taking,

Your bones will shake,

Your blood will be racing through your veins,

It's hell on earth for heaven's sake,

The apocalypse is here,

For you shall have no fear,

The angels are on their way,

To save the day,

Newspapers are flying all around,

Nothing but trash is on the ground.