A Lost Life

If the honey bee stops coming, if he stops flying, stops buzzing

No more pollination, no more recreation, no more fragrant sensation

The meadows would dry up, the plants would wilt away, the butterfly's would die

The earth would be lifeless, the trees would become naked and become hollow

No more honey, no more fruit and no more life, it would become lost

It would soon vanish, the earth would be starving, the people would be loitering

Scavenger hunt for anything, stolen bread, the earth dry, cracking, and swallowing

You would soon be buried under the dark shadows that be, you are taken

And the earth will fill with flames, the sun will explode and the creatures will be ravished

With the lust to attack, no one will survive, the planets will fall together

And the galaxy will be crippled with disease and death will be the last we face

Apocalypse has risen and the spirit of the world has been corrupted and ruined