Glowing yellow and red,
The sky has the ingredients to make orange,
Yet the colors of flames do not mix.
The tar scratches at your feet
And shakes with the rumbling of the Earth,
For above you, a rock engulfed with heat
And end lights up the evening sky,
Brighter than the sun,
Its heat so much stronger.
Like a firework that ceases to
Stop exploding, the hell bringer
Falls out of the sky,
Lands at your feet,
Surprisingly quiet and soft spoken,
So you blow away,
Dust is your body now,
And with the up hail gusts the doomsday
You drift away in the wind,
Death never being sweeter.