Sucking the tits of Angles, while bleeding the devils tears, no fear of the year, for the fire and brimstone are here. Seas rising, wars ragging, countries failing, trees dying, air poisoned, leaders hiding, thieves leading, cliffs have waiting lines, as the sheep feed themselves to the wolves, money burning, food is gone, buildings falling, people hating, fear is wining, hope is dead, and time marches on.