A faint whisper starts spreading fast

“Today’s the day that will be our last”

The public shakes their heads in doubt

“What are they going on about?”

A message flashes across the screen:

“All these signs, what could they mean?”

The people then begin to fret

“But we’ve got no need to panic, yet”

Nobody was certain what was to occur

A meteor collision? A natural disaster?

Yet no prediction has made it clear

Feeding the slowly increasing fear

A crimson storm swells quickly in size

Onlookers observe, unease in their eyes

The dawn approaches in a blood red hue

And to an anxious world, it’s the final cue

The so-called “leaders” say their goodbyes

And take off their masks, revealing their lies

Their followers regard in foolish surprise

But soon, they too, rid themselves of disguise

The people awaken a darkness within

Discarding their veils and unleashing their sin

“We can still have hope” some continue to cry,

But their words fade out and eventually die

Under a beautiful starry sky

Humanity falls to its own demise

As blood seeps slowly into the ground

Silence envelops the world around

The end wasn’t caused by what we could foretell

We selfishly blamed anything but ourselves

The next morning’s sun

Engulfed an empty shell

The beautiful planet in which we once fell