You hear a bike roaring past
You look in the direction of the bike
And what do you see where it should be
You see the smoke from an explosion
Metallic black smoke rises high in the sky
And it smells of corpses older than the Earth
Now as you look closer at the smoke
You see blood-red smoke rising even higher
This smoke smells even worse
Than death itself
The cloudless blue sky suddenly
Gets darker than a thunderhead
And lightning starts flashing violently
Worse than it has in Earth's history
Thunder roars every millisecond
And it starts raining black roses
The monstrous smoke clouds begin
Taking a freakish form
The clouds get even darker and
A pair of pitch-black blood-shot eyes
The eyes larger than China
And the wind hits a demonic speed
Of two-hundred miles-a-second
The eyes explode and the Reaper's form
Gets molded by the smoke clouds
Now I appear and I float down to the Earth
My giant black coat blowing in the wind
My face flashing between blue and red
With every flash of lightning
Now I raise my scythe and kill the world
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