The second coming is here thunderous.
A judgment signs in the face of lewdness.
Death of an Ancestors went in barrenness,
Prisoners and Warders are guilty of the felony.
The reality of dying one’s still ashamed.
Panic attacks the prisoners and Warders.
Religion at hands still unhealthy,
Clerics in the state of seclusion.
The blazing blood circle the Globe,
The fresh news runs cold as ice.
Second coming brings the disparate upset.
Pretty poison rushing all through the earth.
To the world of darkness,
There is unforseen death waiting to pounce,
Awaiting in flaunting and parading.
Prisoners and Warders should be isolated.
At present the Globe is fading fast,
Common symptoms indicate the body as fiend.
A donkey can count as a saint.
The second coming is a wonder.