Enough.

Angry skies yell and scream.
From rolling black clouds escape hissing steam.
No birds do fly they don't want to die.
No shining sun from this maddening sky it's on the run.
Is this Armageddon you know the end.
Against mother natures anger no one can defend.
The earth still rotates its inhabitants of hate.
But an explosive end is the inhabitants fate.
Through the sky speeds burning balls.
Soon on earth disaster falls.
Deep oceans spill over and flood dry land.
All done by the work of a godly hand.