Falling feather,
Floats slowly down from the sky.
Fallen angel,
Laughs cruelly as I die.
Snowflakes on fire signal the end of the world,
Blood stains the pavement,
Crimson pot paints that show images of the new world.

The soil of earth shall be made of our bodies,
Rotting, decaying,
In the forest of the filth,
And the endless landfills.

The shards of fire burn my skin,
It tears and blisters from the burning winds.
The air that I breathe is just piles of ash,
Nuclear snowfall buries the past.

Armageddon all started with a falling feather,
Who would have known?
Unholy blood bathes that our time has shown,
Now sit back and watch as the planet implodes.
 
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