He barely spoke English

But he said the sky would fall today

Honeysickle dissmial

Sugar bullet pistol

Crystal candy missile

Grab our tissues

Ask if death would mean they’d miss you

Relish on the parlay

A total flush of face

With 5 joker wildcards

Played as an ace

When the things we create

Become scars on the face

Tell me if brimstone and ash

If fire is our fate