Death

Run for shelter there's a flood
not water or mud
but deathly red blood.
A big black cloud hovers over the cemetery.
Not one person is exactly merry.
A little boy lay in his bed
no pillow to lay his lifeless head.
The little boy who's about eleven
gets ready for his trip to heaven.
Demins and angels
which is to choose.
While angels play rock the demins play blues.
The boy knows what's on his Ipod.
He floats up and takes the hand of God.