Doomsday
As the void of night echoed in December's day I felt the presence of the irony that lay Beyond the space, a galazy somewhere The sun's light that usually stare
I stayed to wait in winter's gloom As my hair freaked out, as I behold the doom There above, my head somewhere A big cloud hovered me in bare
Fast as light, enourmous as snow Rushing bullets of fire came gushing low Not only in my head but in everywhere And I stood still as my soul departed its lair