Walking down the street
Stars are falling down
People are running
Fire being thrown around
Chaos in every breath
Death lullaby sang by sea
End of the world
Or the judgement day
Justified or evil deed
Priests are murmuring their prayers
While poor are screaming at their kings to give them shelter
While atheists and their faith crisis
Rain of light reaches the earth at the dawn
Evil or good, rich or poor,
Old or new, urban or rural
Vanishes into the sight
Silent echoes and nothingness perishes
When cries of a little soul arise
All left the end is a beginning
Beginning of a tragedy
Cause blessed the earth
Where we don’t reside
And wicked is the fate
Which burned the veil of fear