soon

are

you ready?

cuz hell is real

it left a rectangular scar

on the grass

while people in bandanas

gather the pieces in black bags

cuz god is coming

and we don't want him to see

the mess we made

while a melted tree bends

to the whim of the winds

cuz hell is real

it left a circular scar

on my skin

are you ready?

pick up the pieces in black bags

we're more dangerous than we know