woke up to dark clouds

casting fear on our land

apocalyptic propaganda

has our destiny planned

the horsemen draw nigh

so we must take a stand

self-fulfilling prophecy

leaves no reins in hand

with freedom of thought

and apostasies banned

each day now we witness

the flames of hell fanned

woke up to dark clouds

we were heading

to our wedding

and were sweating

clammily

for to falter

at the altar

would insult her

family

she suggested

that we rested

and ingested

our champagne

while her noted

poise eroded

she was loaded

once again

in the aisle

all a-smile

she beguiled

all her clan

but they dissed her

when she missed her

mark and kissed the

preacher man