The Sun comes out, The Moon slips down, The Stars fade out, The Sky now frowns. The Bats, they cry, The Birds all fly, The Clouds are high, Yet the Earth sighs, The Moon dies out, The Light holds crown, The Sky's a prize, The sore Eyes' sight, The Sky now sees, The People, free, But soon to be, Crying a plea, The Clouds go dark, The Air turns stark, The once bright Park, Now is a Shark, The Bombs fall down, People cry out, The Town, once loved, Now shelters Doubt, So, People, run, Run from your Doom For Evil's here, And Death, too, soon, Yes, People run, Oh, run, I say, Away from Hell. For some have fell.
This is also shared on my main account, @AJ_Core_X
