as the fifth angel sounded, a star fell unbounded, upon the earth it collided, to him it was given, keys to the opposite of heaven, smoke filled the air, the sun and its flares, out of the smoke came locust, But please don't lose focus, to them was given power, in these final hours, like a scorpion, from the depths of Oblivion, they hurt not the grass of the earth, nor any green birth, tormented for five months, in those days, men will be in a haze, seeking death but finding none, reaching for the pipe and the gun, for one final run, but death for a moment was done, the locust had faces of men, With no love to send, emerging from the depths of hell, could you hear the bells, they had hair as the hair of women, as they were strictly driven, with teeth like lions, the sound of their wings, was as the sound of many horses running to battle, running freely without a saddle, they had a king over them, whose name is apollyon, but all we could do is carry on, for we could not stop what was to come, Run run run, one woe is done, but it won't last, two more must pass, under the sun
