This is what I imagine as the end of the world.

Hell fire and brimstone

demons rapping at the windows

succubus needle pushing nymphos with no souls

bastard children with no goals

feels like the end is so close

apocalyptic fissures as fire reigns from dark skys

the moon and sun aligned

looks like we are being spied on by Satan's eye

revelations war of nations

no salvation only mutalated zombies

and mass devastation

people have patience keep the faith

and this hell we live will be erased

the very moment we see Jesus face 

The End

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