The storm circles high above
Yet long before the tremors trawl,
But ear muffs dull Earth's deathly call.
The plague of seven billion swarms,
Slashing trees and spitting fire.
As hell erupts,
The corrupt cry,
For pitiful piety, though end is nigh.
From depths of hell and like a shade
My day is night, my night's awake.
I tread the brazen,
For want to try, mid failure's wrath.