The night shall be cold,
The day, volcanically hot,
Both the timid and bold,
Their bodies shall rot.

The Twilight a-thunder,
The dark Skies flaming,
As the fools blunder,
Killing and maiming.

The forests will burn,
The deserts will flood,
Your stomach will churn,
As clouds rain blood.

The dead shall rise,
The living will decay,
Anger and despise,
Will rule the day.

Volcanoes will erupt,
Hurricanes will thrive,
Salvation will corrupt,
Because of the foolish five's.

I'm sure you all will understand. No offense intended to those it was written to.

----- Grimm

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Lupar, in the year 210 AF.