Doomsday

*Michelangelo* Last Judgement * Detail

I’d
Write
About
The
Passing
Scene,
But
Honey,
Its
Gotten
Too
Damn
Mean.
Hard
To
Make
A
Jolly
Rhyme
In
Such
A
Desperate
Time.
A
Madman
Is
At
The
Helm,
Destroying
Daily
Our
Little
Realm,
And
Threats
Arise
The
Sun
May
Fall
Down
From
The
Skies,
And
For
A
Lark,
Leave
Us
Poor
Fools
In
The
Dark.
Press
On,
Neighbors,
What
Else
Can
We
Do?
It
All
Comes
Down
To
Me
And
You
To
Somehow
Struggle
Through.