There comes a time, every so often, when the Dark Carnival begins to swell

With the countless souls awaiting judgment

When 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

He will come to perform the cleansing

As the seething masses turn to witness him growing near

Their eyes attempt to make out his face, forming within the looming smoke

Suddenly, bang, like a continuous explosion

He moves down upon them full of thunderous fury, enveloping the masses in darkness

Then pop, 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 when boom

An earth-shaking implosion of catastrophic proportions erupts

Causing all to collapse inward into a finite point of brilliant, horrific energy

You may call him Bang, Pow, Boom