Apocalypse Poem by Ryan Taylor

Oh how I wait for the apocalypse
To hear the sky crack
With roaring thunder
And light up with bolts of lightning
I can hear The Four Horsemen ride
How I long to join them
In their reign of destruction
The gates of Hell have opened
I see demons flying out
I shudder when I see Lucifer
A wicked smile crosses his face
A sick and twisted laugh
Escapes his foul mouth
This is the end of the world
This is the Apocalypse