Blanket of Fire

Betwixt anomalies, abominations of the watchful eyes of astronomy,
All for fool's gold, to reclaim the souls sold, to end all evil economies.
The planet's gravity grabbing missiles into its surface, leaving large cavities.
Mothers holding babies, praying for maybes, to stop this cruel, horrible tragedy.
Watching the ending world, the orange clouds of flame the skies so angrily hurled.
The apocalypse near, feeding off fears, taking no heed of the citizens fetally curled.
Gloved fingers smashing buttons, maelstroms ending all the world's gluttons.
His eyes glazed, oblivious to the event taking place, down the street, strutting.
People praying as he played God to cover the lands in flame, making it aesthetic.
Not harkening to the shouts, screaming for a devout to save all them, so pathetic.
The person to end it, bending wits, survival only for the people who are the most fit.
The demon coming to claim pain on this momentous day... showing his evil tricks.