The bell tolls thirteen.
The night calls and the razor falls.
The fires of Hell gush forth from the earth.
People run from the beast hounds who spread disease and death.
Winds roar and blow and destroy.
Waters rise and threaten to take our great cities into the sea.
The ground shakes and man claws at the exit trying
to get away from oblivion.
The end is near can't you hear the beast cackle as he watches us scramble in fright.
lightening flashes and bridges burn and the Reaper runs rampant.
Our great monuments fall to earth and lush jungles turn to deserts.
Angels come to warn of us but we pay no attention.
The prophets of this day laugh at the ones who would not listen.
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