As I gaze through this dust-covered window, I think to myself, what a world, what a scene.

At only eight-teen I fear the end is near, signs of times predicted in past, wars of worlds undergoing at last.

Terror and famine, mass murder and insanity, all partake in the simple form of modern clarity,

Busy streets move in waves like swarms of bees, we run ramped through cities without breathing for ease.

Ignorance of man can be seen for miles, Society today is dumbfounded as equal as a child.

Embrace for the worst, for the futures unclear, at the rate we move, the end be near. Cling to you’re beloved and shelter yourselves, Armageddon is nearer then near.