The clouds part to let a sea of fire through. 
The earth turns revealing [bad word] s molten rock rivers sure to envelop us all.
And all that is left in the path of [bad word] will be set ablaze.
Black clouds cover the sky with no chance to see the sun rise again. 
Green land caves in under the pressure of overwhelming heat from beneath, and the Earth [bad word] like a dying beast.
You can't try and whisper, without a tongue, to push out the lies. You can't even decipher the words, without a single functioning [bad word] in your head.
Assume the presence of the end, and feel the insides slip away, leaving nothing but the frame. As the wreckage tumbles forth, it guides a new fraction of the adverse, into the light of lies.
Ashes rain through the sky, filling the lungs of the incarnate ones. 
Right now it seems like there will be no tomorrow. 
There will be no tomorrow in [bad word] 
Let's burn this mother [bad word] down.
No skin graft can heal the scars that are caused by these flames. 
As oceans begin to boil existence fades away. This is the moment everything floats.
Ashes rain through the sky.
There will be no tomorrow in [bad word] 
When the veil of smoke flows over your face suffocating.
What to do but ingest the embers and the aroma. 
Save face and quit while your ahead, see the faith in their eyes and take it away.