Prophesy

From up in the sky comes a terrible sound,

Sending people scurrying like roaches on the ground.

The good times are over- there will be no more fun,

Civilization will be ruined, now that the BLIMP ATTACK has begun.

Up in the air, flying so fancy free,

Raining down below a gory killing spree.

Their skin is made of latex,

That is stronger than the hide of a T-Rex.

They gently glide powered by their turbo-props,

Gliding gently: knocking over buildings: destroying crops.

Their numbers are so great the sky darkens as an eclipse,

This will surely be the foreseen apocalypse.

Of all the Blips a few inspire more fear-

Blockbuster, The Weather Channel the Elite Goodyear.

Once our civilizations are totally destroyed,

It is sure we will be forcibly and ungainly employed.

Enslaved by their terrifying mind control abilities,

Laboring away our lives in tire smelting facilities.

The Blimps will take our lives, our power away,

And any resistance will be a futile display.

Ive seen the future, and the events are clear,

The Blimps are coming- and with them 10 centuries of fear.

--Godzilla