The flash of light, the loud boom
is all showing that we are in our doom.
Hidden by day, moving at night
To make sure we are always out of sight.
Why, oh why did I have to be born
in a day where the world is torn
apart from morals, kindness, and love,
When all I can do is pray above?
To the God that I know is there
but is not at work anywhere.
Am I just blind to His work?
Or is He waiting with a smirk?
Until the day that we are all set free
From this terrible life we aim to flee.
He does have plans to help us so,
Or else the devil has won the show.