Chaos occurring one second after another,

Just like a pregnant mother,

Never knowing when it is going to strike,

Can’t even try to hitchhike,

Cause a tornado might give me a free ride,

Sending me to the middle of a landslide.

There’s no place to hide.

Is this the end of Earth?

Or is it its rebirth?

Going back to its beginning,

Where it was snowing and raining,

Volcano eruptions, tornadoes, and hurricanes.

This is just a little background,

Cause there is chaos all around.