Desolation. I like it.
It has a catchy ring to it.
Scream it out from streets and corners.
Gather crowds, whilst our God mourns us.

The end is nigh. The 31st.
Jesus told me in my sleep.
You've sinned to much, without his pride.
You've ruined what, no man could feat.

Fires and damnation. I spread it like syphilis.
The truth is numbing like ruphees.
I just want to watch the whole world bleed,
and drown in the unfathomless sloth that is man.