Writin's n stuff.

And when the Earth starts to shift
the land and seas will break
The skies will fall and birds will cry
as the world begins to shake.

Death will creep far and wide,
across the Earth it spreads
Every soul will surely try to
save their worthless heads.
For they are supreme beings,
rulers of it all
God Himself could not see
that even He would fall.

His humble servants turn the tables
without ever being seen
In a veil of mist they hide
as they are far too keen.
Jesus Christ shall soon fall too,
for it is not too well,
But we remain above it all,
in this place that's known as Hell.

Never will there be again
a world such as this;
Many of us shall mourn the day
when ignorance was bliss.

Often times you hear the phrase
you can't undo the past
Well pardon me for thinking
that we could have made this last.