Wallace

It\'s Over.

A blood red sky.

A banshee does cry.

Thunder roars.

Acid rain pours.

People scream.

This is a nightmare it is no pleasant happy dream.

The end is nigh.

Planet earth will die.

Toxic fumes.

A smell of deathly perfumes.

Mother nature is sick.

Her wounds she can\'t lick.

Quietness and darkness does appear.

The end there is no more fear.