The End Of Your Days

People are dead
And everyone is red
Your fermented life will come to an end
As death starts to send
Blood will start to curtle
As heads are chopped off of turtles
Your eyes are filled with fire
As your life begins to tire
My sick demented mind will forever last,
As all this touture is in the past
Peace, Love, and Happiness do not exist
I will touture you all the way thorough the flames, you can't resist
The birds will not sing, and the trees will not dance
As death across the land will begin to prance
Accept it, the world is at an end
And the demons will now be your friend
People are dead
And everyone is red