The Sky is Falling

How can love exist if the sky is to fall
Like the ticking of a clock,
The inevitable will come.

I am a monk by fear,
Fear of a god that mocks
A god that plays games
Games with my fate

She waits on the side lines
As I await his decision
Will I die this July
Or will I survive the onslaught?

And as I await the falling of the sky,
God cracks a taunting laugh.