The End

Windows shatter in the storm
Something that is not quite the norm
Broken glasses crashing on the floor
Someone pounding on the the door
Whistling winds throughout the night
Explosion, bombs, sticks of dynamite
Crisp concrete, hard as hell
Not wanting to stay, justing wanting to bail
Thunder and lighting, ferocious storms
Paper burning that once was torn
Floods of water all over the place
Frantic people all in a daze
Babies crying, children in an uproar
People in the streets stealing from stores
Blackouts all over the nation
Mothers that are frantice without any patience
Blizzards of snow and avalanches
Kings leaving their thrones in their big mansions
Tornadoes, hurricanes, earthquakes a twirl
You've guessed it my friend, it's the end of the world.