This is How the World Will End

Foiled Aluminum balls, Trebucheted

All over.  Mockingly abound to bewilder them so.

Then comes the noise -signaler of fear.

God the fear.

Alarum! Alarum!

Something wicked this way walks

Black helicopters ride in droves

the gathered people are doused with ammonium

Everything - Everything is sopped

Retreat, indoors they say

Who to trust?

Herded like animals.

To whom do I consent my soul?

-downstairs, hurry

I don't buy it.  Taken chances

I stay out, just in time to see The Terror ignite the Wrath of God

Hell on Earth, I deem

The sound and smell and sight and feel the fear of knowing


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