When the Dark Carnival begins to swell with the
countless souls awaiting judgement
And the thriving mob begins to tear at each other
to find a place in lines that stretch out of view
And as attractions open wide to accommodate crowds
frantically clawing their way inside
As the seething masses turn to witness
Their eyes attempt to make out his face forming
Suddenly, bang! Like a continuous explosion,
he moves down upon them full of thunderous fury,
Enveloping the masses in darkness
Then, pow! A deep, resonating explosion
of unparalleled intensity
Those still alive begin to feel a warm rain upon their charred skin,
Which they soon realize is the
blood of the shredded victims
They can only lay screaming in pure, stark terror,
An earthshaking implosion of catastrophic proportions erupts,
Causing all to collapse inward into a finite point of brilliant,
You may call him "Bang! Pow! Boom!"