The world ends this very way.

Burning deep inside lies bodies deathly cold,
holding on so tightly, to life the devil's mold.
Forgotten by his name, remembered by his face,
such horrific little foot prints seem to have a trace.
The killer of our world, comes back to haunt us now.
Leaving us to die for the salvation of the cow.

He rules the world with white and black, deepening inside.
Oh, how awful to see cow tipping as they run and hide.
His eyes burn through their flesh, melting it away.
His words strike them as a sword killing them to pay.
The price much worse than cost, ripping at their jeans.
What's left but holes about the awful sewn seams?

How far must we all push him before he tumbles down,
hopefully not far,r I'm almost to the cold, hard ground.
I've found it hard to breath when he looks me in the eyes,
and found it hard to see as his angers slowly rise.
With proven artifacts granting death today,
we can see it in his eyes - - the world ends this very way.