Signs and Portents
The days of yore will not return,
The earth will quake, the seas shall burn.
The tides of Hell rise like a flood,
To drown us all in storm of blood.
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These are portents of the End of Days,
As demons seek us all to slay.
Look not to the sky for aid,
Heaven has no part to play.
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The Light in time, it shall grow dim,
Heaven will fall to tides of sin.
But not before the final scream,
As mankind is left a fleeting dream.
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So children all, wait for the end,
As monsters seek your flesh to rend.
The sun it sets, the days not long,
So listen to this fateful song.