Prophets of doom

Have always said

That any day

We’ll all be dead

 

The end is near

The veil falls

An Earthquake

Breaks the

Temple walls

Hell freezes over

Donkeys fly

In Chicken Little’s

Falling sky

The Mayan calendar

Runs out

The trumpets sound

The angels shout

The Son of God

Comes back again

A comet brings

A fiery end

Atomic war

Destroys the nations

Shiva’s wrath

Aborts creation

 

Prophets of doom

We still are here

We only wish

You’d disappear