Fire breaks the shadow's calm.
Lightning cracks the sky.
Earthen warriors rise to fight.
The first day hath gone by.
The wind is blowing colder still.
Water turns to ice.
The heat is fatal, never there.
The second day claims vice.
Undead creatures come to slay.
Brimstone starts to form.
Malignant molds grow everywhere.
The third day breaks the norm.
The sun goes quiet, very dim.
The trees begin to die.
Spirits fall as though they're bricks.
The fourth day scuttles by.
The sea boils with pure, red blood.
The living are made the dead.
Their bodies rise to join ranks.
The fifth day hath been shed.
All hints of Heaven fade to null.
All spirits made to pay.
All hope and joy and love are gone
Upon the black sixth day.
The Earth was made in six whole days
By God, your Savior, Lord.
So in six will it be destroyed
And join Satan's chord.