the apocalypse

Happy smiling people falling
From a 50 story building
Going down down down
Making lots and lots of sound
Hitting the ground at force
Yes they are dead of course

Bodies falling around the place
Blood going into peoples faces
The dead then come alive
All the dead begin to thrive

Making the live hope of death
Accepting it with their last breath
Hell opening the jaws of pain
Only to wipe the earth plain

The world has time to come around
Making life so evolution can be found
Starting from scratch with the daemon rain
So they can claim another realm