A Doomsday Serenade

You may ask, when the end of the world is nigh’
By what apocalyptic force was our demise?
What creatures of vile appeared, and did any brave man try
To reject the Beast’s ugly brand and reveal the devil’s disguise?
Twas’ it the spray can’s pretty perfumes that killed the sky?
The robot designed to serve man but rose up in furious war cry?
Or maybe the mushroom cloud that blotted the sun’s all-seeing eye?
Perhaps even more, the plague, which doomed all men to die?
You may now ask, on Armageddon’s daisy-covered field,
When trumpets sound and the last few moments you try to steal,
If humanity is ready to accept their judgment sealed,
And what regrets linger in their hearts-with a thorny feel?
But only tell yourself, when the sky is falling and the sea’s rising,
With every finale, comes an encore, which will be very surprising.