Peace lilies being wilted and sheared,
The end is about to be near.
Satan is bringing more Hell on loose,
Stars are shooting and so is the noose.
The lunar eclipse is eternal,
The sun is causing an Earthly inferno.
Belladonna is being drank in wine,
Hemlock is in every land mine.
At every clock’s tick, there is Grim
By the time the lights go dim.
Banshees are being heard and seen,
Whenever there’s a breathless scene.
There are battlefields made of glass,
Which no one will know if it’ll ever last.
As Mother Nature in rage strikes,
More petals have died by scythes.
Daddy, Daddy, please end this rain;
Otherwise, I will die down the drain.