The Last Waltz of The World

Oh, the sky is turning crimson, the ground is cracking wide,
The rivers burn, the oceans churn, there's nowhere left to hide.
The Horsemen ride in laughter as they trample down the weak,
And I stand here with a teacup, sipping calmly as I speak.
Oh, dance with me, my darling, as the meteors descend,
Let's waltz upon the wreckage as the world comes to an end.
The trumpets of the angels sound, the demons cheer and grin,
But I suppose, my love, there are worse ways to give in.
The moon has cracked to pieces, the sun is blinking out,
The churches burn, the madmen cheer, the doomed all scream and shout.
But I set out my finest suit, I've polished up my cane,
If we must die, let's do it right—with elegance and grace.
Oh, dance with me, my darling, let's twirl amidst the ash,
The tidal waves are rising, and the earth begins to crash.
The stars fall like confetti, oh, what a grand affair,
If doomsday is upon us, we should die with style and flair.
The Antichrist is giving speeches, the angels start to fight,
The dead are waltzing in the streets, what a charming sight!
The skies have split asunder, the plagues are running free,
But love, I think the world's collapse is rather nice, don't you agree?
Oh, dance with me, my darling, as the comets paint the sky,
We'll toast the end of history with laughter, wine, and rye.
The final bells are ringing, the void is calling near,
But arm in arm, my dearest, we shall vanish with a cheer!
So let the chaos take us, let the heavens shake and spin,
As time itself collapses, we shall sip our absinthe gin.
And if there is a Hell, my love, we'll waltz there hand in hand,
With a smirk upon our faces, and our toes still in the sand.