Sewers
We live in society of death
Life is mostly suffering
Smokes are getting more expensive
Booze makes you sick
One day we’ll wake up
In a large, slimy sewer
Full of human corpses
In a huge shock
The smell will be disgusting
Causing nausea, vomits
Sky will be covered with clouds
We won’t be able to see the sun
And priests will be clueless
With no answers
So we might be doomed
By our own deeds