The Storm Comes at Midnight

The storm comes at midnight It will be quite a sight if I’m right Preceding it barely a sight will make many angry and scared The sight could be anything … Ha! Yes, even to those prepared … You seem confused, let me explain Lightning will flash in the sky Which likely will be the revealing of a terrible lie But truly it will all start with a single voice Then everyone will have a choice With the crack of thunder Every person will choose which side to try to drive asunder … Hmm? … Now you see I’ve been thinking about this quite a lot I know being saved will not be bought You see in an ironic way it is kind funny What’s coming will be beyond money … Ah yes! I’m glad you asked After the horrible thundering Worse will come The storm will hit As broiling black clouds roll over Rain will strike the faces already damp As the angry clouds weep in furious pity Ribbons of red will wave in every city … Do you fear? … I’m dearly sorry But here comes a worse part See the beginning was merely an inevitable start In comes more lightning and thunder Each striking with sorry fury No one away will scurry … Because they don’t want to … (Sad sigh) Yes… yes… we are all just sorry little fools … Ask me more than just “Why?” Elaborate … Ah, yes See the lightning is the light to see But the thunder is the response Funnily enough the reveal is destruction’s key The light does nothing but begins what will come … Yes this is the storm You might wonder how could this have so much damage Surely the world isn’t in such an unprepared form? Fools! Not just you! Look around! Why is it you think we’re so perfectly steady?!? Not only are we ready with no preparation It’s been that way so long I can see the clouds already! Dusk is already past! Midnight is just an hour off! … What? … Is it too late? … No No it is not So what are you going to do? Or, more importantly, is it worth saving?