Putrid disease bodies in flames deaths upon us the world is insane All hope lost scatter in fear running like rats the humans end is near kill the weak end the suffering The world is in for a rude awakening who shall give the news of the recent armageddon Reproduction will soon be the question coming times will determine our existence will we rise or build depression Aspiration in my mind humanities last in line will fortune favor the weak or will death prevail I pray my end will not be today death beside me but will I be ok