Like the bang of a gun.
The earth is done giving.
Once we are done.
All done living.

The sun will burn out
It will be all gone.
Without a doubt,
There’ll be no dawn.

The ground will freeze.
The birds will fall.
There’ll be no breeze.
No sounds at all.

People will die,
But the earth will still spin.
Babies will cry.
Peoples’ souls will give in.

Plants will wilt.
Lakes will dry out.
The earth might still tilt.
There will be a great draught.

This will all happen.
I can guarantee it now.
I won’t put it in wrappin’.
The world will end; this is how.