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Death

When the sky is dark and gray,
and the world has seen its darkest day,
the world will come to an end,
and we will have no one left to depend.

Fire will rain from the sky,
and innocent people will die.
Water will cover the land,
and turn everything to fine sand.

Death in numbers large and wide,
people will have no where to hide.
Hollow screams will go unheard,
and final releases will be granted, long past deserved.

And when this kayos dose occur,
to me it will pass in a blur,
for I was never afraid of death,
but rather heavens wrath.