Fear strucken pandemonium.
Crashing, burning chaos.
Judgement Day is near.
Did you do your deed?
Pedestrians run aimlessly through the streets
Searching for the stairway to Heaven,
But entering in the firey pits of hell.
Could you really look Him in the eye?
No.
As the sky disintegrates
Society overlooks their fate.
Hopelessness.
As they huddle to attain their ending breath
They decifer their past.
Asking for His merciful forgiveness.
It is granted.
The sky falls, their souls are saved.
This is the effect of Judgement Day.
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