DEAD END

The hour of dread wanes near to thee. None of the doomed shall escape or go free. . A wickedness comes; served swift, sour and cold. There'll be no glorious tales to be told. . The dark side of heaven has aligned this millennial. Plus 4 score and 7 seals broken by sentinels. . The book with the sixes has beckoned the beast. Now the oceans run over the lands west to east. . Blood rains down from the sky with deaths thunder. Rended bodies all torn and asunder. . Sinners and saints will each wonder why the sun has been blotted out from the sky. . NO second chances; NO spells to be cast. NO flipping the sands, of that black hourglass. . No prayers will save them from ultimate doom, unable to place those plagues back in their tomb. . The book with the sixes has been read by a priest, Only reckoning the wrath of the three headed beast. . ONE that breaths fire. ONE with a horn. ONE with the face of the savior unborn. . When the seas knock the mountains all down from their height the memory of daytime gets cast to the night. . Then evil prevails for six hundred plus years, 'til there's nothing to eat but black sand and your fears. . So go now quickly and dig up your friend. Life is so sickly now you've met your DEAD END.